Whistler Weekend Whoop-de-Doo
Were you at Whistler last weekend? Because 38 of your fellow HSTeammates were. And for the first time in years we got it just right, shredding the best snow Whistler’s seen this decade. Just how good was it? To get things started, here’s the view from the line for the Peak Chair just after the ropes dropped on a bluebird, Saturday morning after a two-day dump of the white stuff:

Now if that doesn’t put you at half mast, maybe the view from the top will do it for ya:

Still no rumble in yr jungle? Knock back a few PB&R sandwiches before this next one because it’s a doozy:

Our fellow officer Alex (aka Anxious Baboon) was head over heels for the fresh powder:

We spent the evenings knocking back several shotskis off the cabin’s table which smelled of rich mahogany:

And as expected, HST took over Whistler Village again at the end of the weekend. Here’s one of my last memories of Sunday, gettin’ rowdy at the Irish Pub:

So yeah, there you have it. 6181 words on Whistler College Weekend 2010.
