The Drive to Big White

Well I made it. Five hours out of Vancouver on the highway to Big White. It was sunny and the roads were bare the whole way. I thought I moved to Vancouver to escape the snow. What do I do? Drive 5 hours to go to the snow.

Karen and her dad took me on a little tour of the village tonight. Walking around in snow with a -16 temperature exploring some of the runs and some of the other buildings in the village. We ended up in a bar in Happy Valley where some guy was being fed alcohol through a tube. They had a tray with a half dozen shots and a pitcher of beer. They managed to get three shots into him (he was already pretty wrecked) and he was running to the bathroom...pretty funny.

We walked over to the tube run watching people jet down a hill on a tube. That looks like fun. But I think first thing in the morning I will be signing up for a beginner's ski class. I'm a little worried about getting on skis again after a 15 year absence and minimal ski experience. We'll see how that goes.