Before I talk about how my skiing went, I’ll start with the funnier things. I had forgotten about the whole pot smoking culture around snowboarding/skiing, until I got on my second lift up Black Comb. There was a group of young kids, one Asian guy who looked pretty baked with a constant smile on his face, and they were eating muffins made with good ole pot. I didn’t talk to them, but they were trying to figure out how to get rid of the rest of the muffins they had.
The second encounter was the one of the most memorable times I had in Whistler. I had gotten on the Whistler Gondola with 3 young guys from New Zealand, and one lady over her 40s from L.A. The first thing I get in, she asks me “do you smoke pot”. I tell her no, not that I have anything against pot. So she pulls out a joint and starts passing it around to the other guys (whom I assume just met her as well when they got on the first lift stop, I had gotten on the second one).
This lady was super hilarious because she just kept spilling out these wacky stories. Like how in her younger days a guy went down on her in the snow on the base of the mountain in the cover of trees. All the rest of us were like “What?” and stared cracking up big time. She goes on and tells us, that she dated this surgeon once who was really good with his hands and shaved his initials on her bush. Again we all kept busting out laughing. She explains to us that when she gets high she becomes an “entertainer” according to her friends. Also, back in L.A. she owns her own business of taking clients out
and having a good time that they would “cry when they left L.A.”. I didn’t ask her what exactly that meant, but I guess it probably had something to do with pot lol. She thought I was super cool, because according to her, the wrinkles on face indicated that I like to laugh a lot – which I’ll give her credit there. I think she came from a rich family because she has kept coming up here since her teens and getting high and going skiing from what she tells me.
Now to tell you how my ski went. It has been over 10 years since I’ve gone downhill skiing. The last time was probably when I was 16, when I went skiing with family in Tremblant. At that time I sort of self-taught myself how to do parallel skiing (which I doubt I learned the proper technique). Anyways, I thought it would be easy for me to pick it up because the very least I know how to snowplow (and I do that a lot in xc skiing of down hills). So I went up Black Comb mountain and did two very scary short runs on the beginner routes. At the very beginning on the steep parts I thought to myself shit I’m going to hit a tree. Doing my snow plow turns sucked ass and my knees (I have bad knees by the way) were sore from applying pressure - making me more unbalanced. After the two short runs I was about to call it quits (and I paid over $150 for the lift ticket and rentals).
But I decided I should at least try one short run on the Whistler mountain. So up I went up the Whistler Gondola, and I ended up going to the top. It was high and some slopes looked pretty steep. ”Oh shit” I thought. So I decided to go in the Lodge first and grab lunch to postpone it. Feeling better I was like “what the hell, lets do this”. So I made my way to “Upper Whiskey” for the easy route. After two minutes, I just trying out parallel skiing, and it all came back to me. Soon I was carving my way down the mountain and finally enjoying the skiing. Thank god I remembered how to do it, because if I didn’t I’d probably run into 10 trees on my down. My knees still felt real sore but not as bad.
Overall my first big run down Whistler went well, I decided to go up and take the Peak 2 Peak gondola that takes you to the top of Black Comb mountain from the top of Whistler mountain. I did one big run on it and then went back to Whistler for one last big run. My knees felt sore so I called it quits at 3 pm (the skiing closed at 4:30 pm anyway). After that day and the next my legs were so wiped, I had to take naps in the afternoon because I was so tired.
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