The SeaWheeze, Part Three: Is That What You're Wearing?

It cracks me up when people say that. They may as well just say, "I don't think the clothes you have on are appropriate for where we're going or what we're doing." Needless to say, Andrew uttered those words last Sunday afternoon.

After we attended the 10 a.m. Sacrament Meeting of his Young Single Adult Ward, we decided to head up to Whistler, a darling mountain town a few hours away from Vancouver. It was a warm, warm day and so when I walked out of Andrew's room after changing out of my church clothes in jeans and a black shirt, he was all, "Is that what you're wearing?"

Turns out, it was.

After church, we also walked around the temple, which is actually in Langley, B.C.

A half hour after the loaded question, we were on the gorgeous, windy road that lead up to the town that played host to many of the events of the 2010 Winter Olympics. Two hours and countless amazing views of the coastline and mountains later, we arrived and our adventure began.

Since I WAS in jeans and a black shirt, we decided to escape the heat and take a gondola (not like the boat in Italy, more like a ski lift) up Whistler Peak and have some fun on the top of the world. It took us like, 20 minutes in this thing to get up to the peak, which should tell you how tall the mountain was!

On top of Whistler Peak--love the Canadian flag 

Also as a part of this mountain excursion, we decided to experience Peak to Peak, which is basically ANOTHER gondola that takes travelers from the top of Whistler Peak to the top of Blackcomb Peak. 

Fun fact: the gondolas/cables that are a part of the peak to peak route are the longest unsupported cables in the world. Good times.

Andrew even suggested I make a short video for my loyal readers. View from the top:

Once we arrived at the tip top of Blackcomb, we discovered some fellow SeaWheezers! Noticing them by their neon green wristbands sporting the phrase, "i runcouver," we immediately began chatting them up and discovered they were fellow California dwellers! 

Delightful native rock structure--something about a Canuck?

After hiking, rock climbing, trekking and a bit of light sledding, we headed down the mountain to the village, where the weather had cooled down and we were in more of a position to glam about. We pounded the pavement of this quaint little mountain town--think Jackson Hole, Wy meets old-timey Swiss village--popping into shops, enjoying a nice dinner and chatting it up. 

Finally, we headed back home to catch the final moments of the closing ceremonies of the beloved Summer Olympic Games.

As I (sadly) packed my bags to head back to San Francisco, I couldn't help but think about what a fantastic weekend it had been. 

Some things never change

Vacations with friends can teach you a lot about yourself, and about one another. Luckily, Andrew and I learned that we vacation similarly and relax well together--neither of us HAD to have a set plan (aside from the race of course) the entire time; we basically played the whole thing by ear and did whatever we wanted according to how we felt at the time. 

I mean, isn't that how life is suppose to be? 

I couldn't end this series of posts without a HUGE shout out and thank you to the most wonderful, patient, hilarious, kind, understanding and surprisingly low-key Canadian I know. It was a perfect weekend. 

xoxo