Having already visited beautiful Iceland in November, I truly thought the any sights of snow I might see (bar an odd freak sprinkling in the UK) were well and truly exhausted for the year…
Alas, in swept AWAY– providing me with not only the luggage set of dreams (trust me when I say you need nothing more than their Bigger Carry On for any travel ever again- it has a CHARGER people), as well as even a little more snow just before Christmas came around- in the shape of a trip to beautiful Whistler. With Canada having been on my travel radar for a while, I had no idea that I’d have a chance to visit a pocket of the beautiful place as soon as I did- let alone with an itinerary packed with everything from skiing to snowmobiling in the mountains.
With my case packed with endless thermals, layers and knitwear (the story of a girl who had clearly never skied before)- Lucy and I met at Heathrow, before curling up for the long-haul; armed with podcasts, reading material and lemon drizzle from EAT (10/10). After arriving eleven-or-so hours later tired and jet lagged, we met our compadres (that’s Lily, Emma, Filipa and Isabelle) and set off on the drive from Vancouver to Whistler- arriving just after 6pm at the beautiful Fairmont Chateau- which bought with it an in-room log fire and endless Kevin McCallister in Home Alone vibes.
Waking up bright and early, our first day in Whistler included a day on the powdery white slopes- something I was equally excited and anxious about. Having only ever skied on dry slopes in Kent as a Brownie when I was about eight- to say I felt inexperienced would be an understatement. With apres ski also being as new to me as riding on the ‘magic carpet’ (I’m an expert now, ok)- if there’s any place to learn the ropes, let me tell you Whistler is a pretty beautiful place to start. After a few hours actually skiing (albeit down some very small declines, but hey- A SKI IS A SKI IS A SKI) we took the incredible gondola across to Christine’s- one of the most gorgeous mountaintop restaurants on Blackcomb- for the panoramic views just as much as the food.
With breakfast served in a log cabin tucked, seemingly, in the middle of a beautiful nowhere- surrounded only by trees, icing powdery snow and the padding of our own foot steps- it felt like we’d arrived in Narnia after the journey up there. To a soundtrack of The Beatles and a table of scrambled eggs, fluffy pancakes (doused in rich maple syrup no less) and hot tea all freshly prepared- we tucked in on campfire enamel, with the only sound being our slurping tea and John, Paul, George and Ringo. Let me tell you, if there’s something that’s worth falling off of a Ski-Doo for- it’s that.
Our last day in Whistler was possibly the most relaxing of all. Spending the morning in the Scandinave Spa, we bathed outside amongst the snow and trees and steamed with views of the incredible landscape – leaving feeling nothing sort of rejuvenated after a magical few days.
With a last meal meaning I had to pull away from my new uniform of towelling dressing gown chic, the trip felt like a total whirlwind- and I couldn’t have felt more fortunate to enjoy the midst of the festive season in such a beautiful spot. Now to just plan my return (and tick off more of Canada too). Until next time…