Mumbling Madly

The evening of our first day we went to a half pipe competition. I had foolishly forgotten my mittens and was not feeling up to dragging around my big fat snowboard gloves. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and bared it through the qualifying runs.

This was when I noticed, again, how international the crowd was. I think we were the only Americans there, the bulk of the audience yelling encouragement with Australian accents. The competitors were a mix of Canadian, Australian, and New Zealenders. We stuck around for about an hour before we froze. I noticed the huge popularity of sagging your oversized snowboard pants to the knees, a trend I found surprising. Certainly this wasn’t hugely popular when I lived in the mountains, and I doubt it’s simply a Canadian thing. Perhaps it demonstrates how much one will suffer for their art by allowing their ass cheeks to flap in the air.

We walked around Whistler Village, shivering and trying to stay warm.  I spotted a very cold cow outside an ice cream store:

Stay tuned….