I found what I came here to find.
It rained all night in the Village, but by now we have figured out that the weather in the Village has nothing to do with what is going on up top. We caught the first chair on the Whistler Gondi for our last day of skiing, and walked out of the top house to find all of the un-groomed trails completely un-touched.
This was Whistler's version of a powder day. Heavy, wet snow about a foot deep was everywhere. They groomed some of the easy slopes leading down to the base, but for the most part, you made your own path today.
It felt like skiing in powder--leaning back, rolling your knees in the turns--but I found it hard to keep my speed up even on the steep pitches. Sometimes, I would stop dead on the middle of the hill. Guess it's better to just bomb the powder runs and leave out the turns all together.
Unfortunately, the weather down in the valley crept up the mountain throughout the morning, and by mid day, the rain had washed away any hopes of us skiing the afternoon. There is only so much of being soaked through 4 layers of clothing I can take while skiing. Our last turns on Whistler-Blackcomb ended a little earlier than expected.
Tomorrow we board a bus back to Vancouver. Later Whistler.
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