"After a last-minute cat skiing trip was canceled in the Cascades, I got the call to check it out myself. It turned into a legendary, spur-of-the-moment trip that became one of the most memorable experiences I have had on skis. We managed-and then some. A hodgepodge of loose forecasting and planning brought together the original cat skiing group. Nine friends-some new and some old-loaded up the ski bags and journeyed to Canada."
"Our arrival at the village in Whistler on Saturday morning was far from comfortable. Limited sleep, misty cold rain, and lack of caffeine had us all dragging. It was a feeling nobody would admit, but we all felt. As we loaded the gondola, a dense fog surrounded us, leaving a limited scope of the terrain. When we unloaded the gondola, all the sleep and caffeine deprivation dissipated into thin air."
"A mad dash to Peak Chair ensued, followed by many overconfident statements about what we were going to hit. The momentum shift was instantaneous with being in the elements: the vibe kicked into an all-time high. Our group went straight for Whistler Bowl. A steep pitch and low visibility created some of the most variable fun you can have. The snow was thick and spread like vanilla custard, spraying off the back of our skis as we carefully carved our way down the face."
A last-minute cat-skiing cancellation prompted a spontaneous journey to Whistler, British Columbia. Nine friends converged with a simple plan: seek soft snow, explore vast peaks, and indulge in bottomless poutine. Arrival brought limited sleep, cold rain, and low energy, but visibility opened atop the gondola to reveal towering slabs like Air Jordan and Peak Chair amid falling plate-sized snowflakes. A mad dash to Peak Chair raised spirits and led to Whistler Bowl, where steep pitches, low visibility, and custard-like snow produced variable, exhilarating runs. The group embraced the mountain's scale and the communal momentum of on-mountain adventure.
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