Whistler delivers, no question. Ten days of deep snow, endless terrain, and pure mountain magic.
From high-alpine bowls to perfectly groomed runs, the mountain has something for every rider—but Blackcomb is where the thrill-seekers thrive.
Early mornings meant fresh tracks, and evenings brought cold craft beers at the GLC or wild nights at Moe Joe’s.
One day it dumped half a meter of snow; the next was bluebird—ideal for some backcountry missions.
Meeting other skiers and boarders on the lifts turned into spontaneous group descents and new friendships.
Logistics were seamless: shuttles, rentals, and lift passes all dialed in. The only downside? It’s pricey—but worth every cent.
Between runs, we hit up spas, dined like kings, and wandered the cozy streets of Whistler Village.
The balance of adrenaline, nature, and lifestyle made it feel like living inside a snow globe.
I’d go back in a heartbeat—hopefully with stronger legs.
Whistler isn’t just a ski trip. It’s the ski trip.