The title says it all. 50 of UW’s finest descended upon the small resort town of Whistler, B.C. this past weekend. Beverages were drank, neon was rocked, and switch double japans were stomped clean. The mayhem all began on Friday night, when upon arriving around midnight and checking-in to 3 kickass condos, several tripgoers were greeted to your humble writer attempting to hitchhike up Blackcomb (the bus had blown by me and I wasn’t exactly in the best shape for walking). After becoming the butt of all jokes and several hours rotating through the hot tubs most of us passed-out for a few hours of rest, though some started off things right with a hard night full of party in the Village.

Saturday morning we were greeted by sunny skies and comfortable temperatures.

Some opted to shred Blackcomb, others headed-over to Whistler. Conditions all around were slippery and parks were hard and fast. Despite this, everyone seemed to be rocking wicked smiles and slapping high-fives all day. After a day of riding some headed to the Village or Blackcomb base for a couple pitchers of Canadian water (read: beer) while other’s started the evening off back at the condos. Not long after grillmaster Steve got the Sat. night team BBQ going.

After an hour of flipping burgers and ‘dogs and with our bellies full, we turned to partying. Many toasts were raised to Whistler 09 as the posse got rippin. At this point, several bro-brahs headed down to the Village to spread the radness, while several others gangstered it up in the living rooms.

Sunday morning came fast and sore. As people stretched-out tired muscles and sorted-out what exactly they’d done the previous night, one thing became apparent: it was indeed, time to ride. Again, the crew split-up between the two mountains. Several of us headed-over to Whistler via the Peak2Peak (which by the way, is an awesome experience) to catch the morning sunshine on Harmony. We were greeted by soft snow and fluffy moguls, a nice sight after riding yesterday on ice. Legs quickly tired so we headed to the park. Things there were just right for most of us and we had a blast hitting kickers, jibs, and the occasional spool. That afternoon our crew headed back over to Blackcomb for the slush on 7th Heaven. When we got up there around 1 it was already pushing 50 degrees. The snow was slushy soft, and though while the coverage literally rocked, we got many good laps in, boosting off windlips up high then shredding technical tree lines under the chair. Around 2:30 we all met-up at the top of the mountain, headed-down to the top of the mid-mountain lifts and lined-up shoulder-to-shoulder across an entire run for what became the First Annual Whistler Weekend Chinese Downhill. Moguls were gapped, skiers were run into, and most of us were told to “Slow Down!” more than once. The prize: not having to pay for the pitchers at the end of the day.

It was at this point we headed back to the condos and down to the Blackcomb base for some apres-ride libations. At some point, some kook in a neon hoodie, decided it would be time to do some sledding. Should we be stopped in the act, we would simply state we were members of the Husky Bobsled Team training for next year’s Olympics. After getting extreme, sled style, we headed-back to the condos to get our party on. Sunday night @ Whistler on college weekend is reknown for being the spot to be, esp. if you’re rolling with the HST. After appropriately prefunking and a few rounds of Kings, the posse proceded to take-over a bus down to the Village. Upon arrival, the crew quickly factioned since 50 of us stood no chance of getting in the same place. Somewhere during the blur of a night songs were danced to, “Ride Washington” stickers were slapped all over the place, and bank accounts were drained.

Part of the posse:

Monday arrived and it was time to go. If you thought 50 people partying was an amazing sight, you should see 50 tired and hungover snowboarders cleaning a condo. Things went from zero to clean in under an hour and cars were loaded with what felt like minimal effort. By the checkout time of 10am everyone had left the condos and it felt as if a general, welcome calm had settled-in around Whistler. Things seemed so back to normal that I was left wondering if it was somehow only Saturday morning.

Now for a random, but cool picture:

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