Few things on this road trip have happened the way we thought they were supposed to. We were supposed to make stops all over the western United States and Canada for skiing. We made the stops and skied a little bit, but it’s just not quite what we were hoping for.
The road trip has been fun; jokes, stories, and Caleb’s terrible music all keep us entertained. Most recently, we have selected Karen as the voice of reason on our Nuvi GPS unit. Karen is Aussie and gives us directions in an oddly polite, but rather direct tone.
We left Hood much like Shasta; with our tails between our legs, and headed north in hope of better weather on the Canuck side of the border. Passing through the border was quicker than expected, though they did seem to think that Louie Dawson might have been hiding some of Colorado’s newest legal medicine in the camper somewhere; or maybe they were more worried about Lou. After a quick sniff around from Lassie we were on down the road hanging in the right lane with the semis.
Through Vancouver and on up the newly completed four lane highway leading to Whistler, we found ourselves arriving at the Riverside RV park after hours. Oh well, we’ll grab a spot and pay them in the AM. It’s back to sleep; Caleb and I in our still wet Hilleburg tent, the Dawsons in their house on wheels. We wake up in the morning to find out that the lifts don’t actually open until 10 am.
Finally on a chairlift, the weather looks questionable, but at this point I think there is a bit of summit fever going on in our group. We head to the top of Blackcomb via the T-bar and hit the gate. On the way to getting to the gate and eventually Decker we must have talked to no less than 6 different people. Not one of them actually managed to give out good route beta. Oh well, part of the adventure. Over the East Col next to Spearhead, we finally arrived to a view of our objective.
I think everyone was excited to finally reach a summit with a ski to boot. I think this will make the next 20 hrs north go just a little bit easier.