|08-07-2011, 11:50 AM||#11|
I'm with Beast
Join Date: Jan 2009
Location: Pacific Northwest
Another one bites the dust
Sunday in Whistler dawned breathtakingly perfect. We enjoyed a lazy morning drinking coffee on the balcony. Or at least until I knocked over my cup broke it and had to clean it up. Cleaned up, we went back to our last morning and a late big breakfast. Stuffed to the gills, though our original plan had been to wait until later in the day, we decided we really wanted to get out of the condo and enjoy the day. Time to go rent bikes! On our way we noticed the riders getting ready. For anyone interested, there are horses right at the Blackcomb base. I don’t have any details but imagine on the main site, there is some.
We were a bit worried as to whether or not they’d rent us a bike with Evan in a cast. They didn’t blink an eye. We rented 3 bikes and a tag along for Eric (not a trailer but the tag along bike, that almost makes it like a tandem). Geared up, we headed out, map in hand.
First stop. Lost Lake. I didn’t take any pictures here. Lost Lake had been my idea to start our loop and I suggested we do part of the unpaved trail.
A little bit of history here. Evan needs a new bike, his is too small. His has both pedal and hand brakes but is single gear. This was the first time riding a hand brake only/multi gear bike. Add in a cast that makes reaching for those brakes a little challenging, the fact that the cast is on the rear brake side of the hand brakes, an unpaved trail that has some grade change (and steeper in parts than I expected/remembered, at least on the non paved part) and you might be able to guess what happened.
Yep. Evan bit the dust. Not badly. He skidded out as he only hit the front brakes and toppled over, thankfully NOT on the cast side. Scared him more than anything. Bad mama. Bad dad. Should have had some gear and brake review before we set out at a minimum and thought about the impact of the unpaved trail. Should have brought the daypack with the little first aid kit, stuff we have on our bikes at home. Fortunately I had a kleenex in my pocket so we could at least dab him there and then deal with it later. We kept going, of course. From Lost Lake we were heading towards one of our main targets…Green Lake. Why Green Lake? It is the floatplane base. Of course Jeff would want to go there!
His plane looks nothing like this but who cares, it’s still a float plane.
It was warm out, so they found some shade
Continuing on, we headed to Meadows Park. I tried to get a panorama shot. Forget it! I will try to stitch these together though, so pretty!
Are you done yet????
We did make one wrong turn and ended up doubling back a different way as we headed around Alta Lake. Our original plan had been to head to Alpha Lake but the reality was we’d gone a little slower than expected due to the cast and we didn’t want to pay for another hour of rental! To give you an idea of the scale of the trail system, here is a map. The red is basically our ride.
Now, it was warm. Quite warm. Probably hit 80. We were hot and thirsty and dreaming of an IPA at the Whistler Brewhouse so after returning the bikes, walked back to the main village. Except they wouldn’t let us sit outside without ordering food unless we were at these very high tables with stools. Which we probably could have dealt with except the hostes pointed to an upper area and said we could only be up there, not specifying that it was only the tall tables. Place was mostly empty and she came up, after we’d chosen a low table, to tell us we had to move. Given how not busy they were, and how unclear she’d been, and how rude she was in the way she asked us to move, we decided to leave.
Instead we thought, let’s pick up some beer and take it back. First stop, the main liquor store in the village. No cold beer, only warm. ICK. Tried another location, same thing. Decided to head to the one back at the Blackcomb base (where we’d returned the bikes, making a giant loop) and decided on the way that some rum, with coke, would be a better solution. In the meantime we did get the kids a drink but for 2 boys dreaming of jumping in the pool, our ill fated quick drink stop that turned into a lot more walking, did not make them happy.
Finally, items procured we went back to the room, fixed drinks and hit the pool.
Funny story abou the pool. With the crankworx event, the place was sold out and there was quite the crowd of younger adults at the pool the day before. With beer. In bottles. Manager came out and kicked them all out. Apparently if the health inspector sees that, they have to drain the pool and the hot tub. Thankfully we’d been good and had everything in plastic. As a result, today was a bit calmer and less crowded (and more loungers available) which was lovely.
Pool time! With a view.
No, don’t go!
Finally, we drug everyone out and got ready for dinner. We’d planned to go to Milestones, a restaurant we frequent in Vancouver (on Robson for my cruise mates) though typically we go there for breakfast (AMAZING!).
We’d peeked at the menu and it looked good. We walked up and noticed a big sign on the hostess stand. RESERVATIONS ONLY.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? The patio was, at best, half full. Jeff walked up to have the sign reiterated live. There was a private party taking up most of the inside (or so they said). As we walked away, thinking of what to do,
Evan piped up.
“Why don’t we make a reservation?”
Good point little man, good point. Jeff suggested googling them for the number on our phone (and paying the roaming charge) to get the number. Bear in mind that at the Blackcomb base there isn’t a ton of options without walking to the village. And I had heels on. I had a better idea.
The Fairmont Concierge.
Given that I’d spent 4 days at an event there, spent quite a bit of $$ there, I had zero compunction about going up and asking the concierge for dinner recommendations. He suggested milestones. I thought that sounded great. He offered to call, even though he didn’t think we’d need one. I thought that would be lovely. So he did. We walked back, I walked up this time, and we were seated immediately on the patio, per our request.
Dinner was absolutely outstanding. It did, however, get chilly. They brought us blankets!!!! We could have moved inside but chose not to and with the blankets, it was perfect. We decided to skip dessert and instead headed back to the condo for a night of chocolate (scored by my children from other vendors at me event), wine, and Tangled.
All in all, a perfect day.
The morning dawned not nearly as nice as the previous day. We took our time packing up, having coffee and left around 11:30 I think. Made it through Vancouver and the border. At the border however, a slightly different story. While the line moved relatively quickly, we did get the “different last name” grilling, entering our own country. I get it, I get that they are trying to make sure people aren’t kidnapping kids in custody battles and taking them to another country. In the past, we’ve been grilled as we’ve gone through, 2 kids with one last name, 2 kids with another and close scrutiny as we’ve gone through into Canada. Which I get. I’d hoped, this time, with passports, it would be faster as frankly to get a passport for your child, if you are divorced is a GIANT pita (more on that later) and would seem to lessen any questions about it. NOT.
The border guard noted the last name differences (the E’s have the ex’s last name) and made some comment. He then proceeded to ask the kids how long they’d known us! 2 or three questions along those lines to each of them. Frankly the whole thing bummed me out. To completely prove the kids are mine I’d need three pieces of paperwork, birth certificate, divorce decree and then marriage certificate, and then a passport. Seriously made me crabby, I spent the money on passports, which annoyed me as it was as you can still go through with bc’s for the kids but DCL requires it for the Alaska cruise. I thought at least we’d avoid the border yuck but nope, same old same old and it was almost more offensive because it was coming HOME!
Back in the good old US we drove to Bellingham, made a quick stop at Boundary Bay Brewing for an absolutely outstanding late lunch and then made our way home. As with the drive up, the drive home was filled with sun, squalls, sun, drizzle, just a bit of wet cool yuck.
Cynthia, Jeff, DSS21, DSD17, DS15, DS13
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