I meet a colleague who refuses to shake my hand or kiss me hello. She has been body-checked by the dreaded lurgy… falling victim to the massive human petri dish that is the PNE. “But it’s okay, I’m not contagious anymore,” she assures me. My immune response is less assured. In a feverish sleep the next…
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Through the looking glass : manifesting Whistler’s many faces
This video, produced by Lilli Clark and Thomas Balzer, got a lot of airplay at the TELUS World Ski and Snowboard Festival in April. It was built around a manifesto I wrote for the Festival the previous year, and was a chance to turn the spotlight on some of the people who make up the…
Blueberry bribes
The blueberries are just coming in at North Arm Farm. My friends braved the “little flies” with their fiendish blood-sucking ways, to pick and pose last night for the final shoot in our Choose Pemberton campaign. They were more intent on picking than posing, so the photographer had to keep yelling at them to stop…
Summer thoughts turn to summer camps that are ACE
Last year, Angela Ritchie launched her ACE camps and connected with me to write a couple of press releases to spread the word. The first workshop was with Sabrina Ward Harrison in the Baja. The response was incredible. The adventure, outstanding. By the surf breaks of the Pacific Ocean, adventurers were led by the 34…
Losing My Religion – or why I don’t ride in lightning storms
When Whistler Blackcomb launched their If Ullr Was a Girl campaign back in 2006, they got angry letters of complaint from people who found the whole suggestion that Ullr was responsible for snow, or was even vaguely god-like, to be offensively sacreligious. So I expected some heat when I wrote a feature on mountain biking…
The Hub of the Wheel
Johnny Foon and I have been playing phone-tag. (It might be the only game I can match him at.) (Photo by Bruce Rowles. Mountain Life magazine.) (“Follow meeeeee!”. “Uh. that’s okay, Johnny. I’ll just go around and meet you at the bottom.”) The ski mountaineering legend has become Pemberton’s chief trail-builder, and he’s getting ready…
The Road to Nowhere
I took a cruise once. I needed to interview the ship’s doctor for a travel article I was writing for a lifestyle magazine for physicians. He dodged me. He demurred. He point-blank refused. I persisted. For days. I thought about feigning illness. Or poisoning my mother. But eventually, I prevailed upon him to speak to…
Ripple effect of the TELUS Festival’s Black Market Photo trade finally tallied
Hi Brooks from StreetToPeak kept the Black Market Photo trade going and going, finally logging an impressive $1760 in total donations to the Whistler Children’s Centre Father Daughter Dance fundraiser on May 8. At the final tally, $200 worth of tickets to the Olympus Pro Photographer showdown at this year’s TELUS Festival netted $3300 in…
Living the Dream: Accommodation Wanted
Yesterday, I stopped in at the South Side Diner in Whistler’s Creekside, for a kick-ass burger and a chance to check out a home-grown photo exhibit, Living the Dream, with photographer Carin Smolinski. Sliding into the booth next to us were a couple of the exhibit subjects, residents of “Shanty-town”, a loft in a 2…
Bode, Write a Book
Word is, VANOC Chief John Furlong is considering writing a book in his imminent retirement, but I must admit, if there’s a memoir coming out of these Games that I’d like to read, it would be Bode Miller’s. At a press conference yesterday after his silver medal winning run in the men’s Super-G, Miller was articulate and insightful…
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