Whistler used to be a dump, literally, until 1977.  The charming bistros and boutiques came about when the folks decided to make a resort town that really takes advantage of these nearby mountains for winter recreational activities.  Now it’s a major destination, with world-class skiing and a nightlife scene that rivals Vegas.  The alpine events in Vancouver’s 2010 Olympics took place here.  Ski all day, party all night.  I get tired just thinking about it.  We’re here in-between Summer and Winter season, and the population is at a lull.  Ski season begins November 14th.  According to some locals I spoke with, it’s mainly just weekend traffic till later in January when people take full on holidays for a week or more. 

Whistler’s charm stems from that fact many of the ski slopes end in the village.  There is an elaborate gondola and lift system, which takes you to all the numerous ski areas.  It can move 65,000 people per hour.  Once up you’ll have 200km of slopes and 50km of ski routes to explore, comprising over 8100 acres.  Just outside town is a paint ball range, gun range, sightseeing tours, and a myriad of trails to explore.  If you really dislike having excess money in your account, heli-skiing is also an option.  While exploring the landscape, you might come across a whistling marmot, which is how the area got its name. 

I don’t ski or party hard.  I prefer drinking in quiet contemplation while ruminating on my eventual demise like God intended.  Fortunately, the powers that be made sure non-skiing alcoholics also have fun.  The food and spa scene are well-developed.  Or you can pass the time shopping; so many options to numb the pain of existence.  It all feels like an outdoor mall.  Whistler wants to be British Columbia’s one stop shop for year-round recreational fun.  I would love to return in Summer and spend time hiking the many trails and exploring the lakes, which are fabulous.