Britt Lowden

So I was supposed to write a little ditty about Whistler ages ago. Obviously I did not. So here it comes.

I spent this season in Revelstoke and was getting a bit antsy to try something new, by new I mean get some sun. Gloomy as hell in Revy. Four of us drove up from Van, careful to arrive not hungover as our ony preparation. Our groups split and I met up with Ryan Winters, the RideOnTop co-pilot, but more accurately lead man, for an epic Whistler day. Ryan’s called Whis his come for a few years now, and with his new project Shred Trippin up and going, is the perfect guide for a packed day. (I’ll just plug his project, cuz what can you really write about a day in Whistler?)

We’ve been spoiled in Revy with zero lift lines and pow pow for days. Whistler didn’t disappoint with quick running lifts, fresh lines and glacier glory. You still get the milfy-fur hatted-white snowsuiters, but it’s easy to ignore. Four of us hit Blackcomb from every angle. Seriously. I spent a couple months here a few years back, and I gave up trying to remember where we had gone or where we were going. This was probably one of my top days this season, not just for conditions, but just totally good time factor. It was one of those days where everything goes smoothly, everyone’s in the right head space and wearing a big grin, and you ride all day no stopping (except for soup yo).

What I like about Whistler is how accessible everything is. I’m lazy, or can be. No hiking for me that day. And the variety of terrain was just unreal. Tree rides, park, glacier, cliff drops. But mellow for those days you just wanna dum-dee-dum around, which was this particular day.

As usual, you can spend money every 10 minutes on the hill, waffles, pizza, coffee, jesus christ. It’s like a shopping mall up there. I stuck to soup, borscht, which was pretty bomb and budget friendly, try it.

Opted for beer and Zogs poutine at the end of the day. I left happy, full and slightly drunk. I also fell off a small wall. Thanks Whistler!

PS: Whistler, lots of chicks ride at your hill. Fix your girly product machines. They were broken in every bathroom, except for in one random small bathroom. Lame.

Special thanks to Chris McLeod (Whistler Blackcomb) for making our day trip go smoothly.