A Whistlery Canada Day

Canada Day isn’t normally something the ladyfriend and I celebrate in any special way, but I was in need of a vacation, so I booked us a night in Whistler for July 1. We strolled around the village, bought some candy, people-watched, took photos of gold medallist and my pretend girlfriend Ashleigh Mcivor, walked through the forest to Lost Lake, ate fresh pasta for dinner, watched fireworks (and met briefly with a couple of friends), window shopped, and burned a fire log in our suite’s fireplace. In all it was a very nice getaway from the big city. Of course, any trip into the forest and mountains just makes me pine for a life among the trees and rivers, away from the hustle of city life. Someday. I bought some PNE Prize Home tickets, so when that comes through for us, maybe I’ll be able to transform into mountain man. You know, one of those house-dwelling mountain men.