We had a chance to spend last weekend up at Whistler. Our good friends own a home just out of the village and they graciously let us use it for the weekend. Their Whistler home is beautiful and cozy and has more than all of the comforts of home.
Like a hot-tub....
.... and a short walk into the village with amazing views.
After spending Friday night watching our traditional episode of "Little House on the Prairie" and playing a marathon of Dutch Blitz, we were looking forward to a day of promised sunshine on Saturday. Thankfully, the sun did come out. Mike and I were able to get a run in together in the morning and then we all walked in to the village for lunch.
We were all really looking forward to our customary lunch of Wicked Thai Chicken Soup and Belgian Waffles (no, not together) at The Little Eatery. We marched right on up to that place to discover a sign that read "Closed for the Season - Will Re-open May 17th". So with heads hung a little low, we went off in search of another option.
And we found it, alright, at a tiny little place called Ingrids. Draw your attention to Exhibit A. That would be fresh Focaccia bread, a thin spread of guacamole, Havarti cheese, turkey breast, a zillion veggies, and the best part - a layer of mayo and homemade cranberry sauce. It was extreme deliciousness in a basket.
After some exploring we journeyed home for some more games and hot-tubbing...
.... but we stopped to admire some amazing plants on the way.
Saturday night Mike and I went out for dinner to the Brewhouse - just the two of us. Have I mentioned in the last 5 minutes how much we love having a 12 year old kid who babysits? We had a fabulous dinner and the girls watched School of Rock for the millionth time. (Does Dewey Finn ever get old?)
Sunday met us with a perfectly clear blue sky. After another morning run, we walked back to the village for the afternoon.
Can you go to Whistler without stopping at Cows?
We think not.
After doing a considerable amount of people and dog watching we decided to do some "Lake-ing" as Sasha had been calling it all weekend. Translation - canoeing. Our friend's left us their canoe and we were looking forward to some time out on Alta Lake.
But first we had to locate the paddles.
That proved a daunting task, but low and behold, Mike came through.
And before we knew it, the girls and Mike were out on beautiful Alta Lake. I happily sat on the dock dividing my time between taking pictures and turning my face toward the sun. (I hadn't felt it for awhile.)
Each of the girls got a chance to paddle at the front.
After cleaning up and packing up, we began the drive home.
I don't think there are many more beautiful drives in all of Canada as the one from Whistler to Squamish, and then on to Vancouver. We stopped at a look-out just before Squamish to capture what we saw, but they just don't do it justice.
After stopping in Squamish for supper, we arrived home so thankful for the chance to spend a last weekend in such an amazing place.
We all agreed that we have to come back.