Equipped with new to us cross country skis but alas no local spots to go, my kiddo and I ventured up to Lost Lake, Whistler. We exited the rain and grey just past Squamish. Arriving mid morning, we dodged the parking chaos.
A bit turned around from our summer visit, we chatted up a few locals for directions, juggled our gear under a beautiful graffiti bridge.
Checking out the map and knowing this was our first ski adventure of the year, we selected the easy green loop. High on initial glides, we easily made the first few kilometres but then ran into some tricky bits where we somehow happened to be in the middle of multiple people falling down all around us all at once!
Inevitably, like we all know from psych class, we both took a tumble. A few tears for us both and a hot chocolate gulp later, we realized we’d actually been on a blue run! Multiple skiiers checked in with us to make sure we were ok, other tumblers noting the domino effect and apologizing.
My kid proud to be the youngest youngest tumbler by a solid 40 years and perhaps up to 80!
Giggling at our mistake we happily headed back to release our sore selves of our skis in exchange for fire side pizza, Cows merch and a bath soak at home.
Even among the most beautiful vistas in the world, is anyone else feeling a bit bruised but also hearts full this winter season?
Experienced the warmth of strangers?
Released and kicking off forward after some epsom salts and a few more pot lucks.
Happy 2025!
– Meaghen Taylor-Reid