Whilst experiencing the sights and sounds of Whistler for the first time over the summer, Christo Gallagher and I decided we would like to forsake our warm and comfortable accommodation in the centre of town and spend the night somewhere much colder instead.
It wasn't hard to get Scottish expat brothers Calum and Ruairidh on board too and so whilst everyone else was watching the Whip Off we packed our bags and headed out of town.
I have heard that Lord Of The Squirrels and the trails up to it can be pretty busy during the day, at golden hour however we had the place to ourselves.
As usual, half my bag was taken up with camera gear so I shot when I could and here are the results:
Thanks to Christo, Calum and Ruairidh for the good times!
Nice photos BTW.
"It was with heavy hearts that we embarked upon what was surely to be our final ride together. Pangs of great joy and of great sorrow rang through us all. To be witness to such breathtaking beauty, and to know that it would never be seen again."
A-Line laps in the morning
Big lunch at Ingrid's Cafe
Pack bags with sleeping stuff
Fill our pockets with free Clif bars from their stand for our dinner
Ride until it got dark
Sleep (or lie on the ground for hours until the sun came up)
Ride back to Creekside as quickly as we could to satisfy our insatiable hunger at the Southside Diner
Said no-one ever...