Day 276, 6 April 2013, Whistler, B.C. TRACKS! First tracks - Fresh Tracks - Dog Tracks - Sled Tracks. What a day! Our good mate in Whistler gave us a couple of First Tracks Breakfast passes he was unable to use. Now getting up at 6 am with rain pouring outside and getting ski gear on is a big ask. But it's not when there's a hot breakfast to be had at the top of the mountain - not to mention it being the penultimate day of mountain breakfasts and a powder day! ...

Day 275, 5 April 2013, Whistler, B.C. In the early hours of the morning it occurred to me that today marked the 9 month point of the trip. Or the 3 months left point depending on the state of the water in your glass. Wow. Nine countries to go. Lucky I'm having such a fabulous rest in Whistler! It was raining hard on the roof of the condo this morning. Now in theory I knew that meant it was snowing beyond some random point on the trip up the mountain. But i...

Day 274, 4 April 2013, Whistler, B.C. Gorgeous day for doing not a great deal. All a bit grey and dreary in the valley today. The greens of the golf course are almost completely freed from the snow. Spring flowers are popping up everywhere and the creeks are burbling away. It was also drizzly. Sheer laziness prevailed on my part and I lazed the morning away before tootling up the mountain for lunch with James (he who skis no matter the weather). We seem to...

Day 273, 3 April 2013, Whistler, B.C. Guess what... just for a change we went skiing! Who'd a thunk it. The visibility was much improved today - aside from a layer of cloud surrounding the Roundhouse lodge and dropping down 100 m or so. Once we navigated that, the mountain was free and clear. Had a great morning skiing together before lunching with friends. James took off with them after lunch and battled the Peak to Creek run - the longest intermediate run ...

Day 272, 2 April 2013, Whistler, B.C. Pour Moi? It was a lazybones type of day. There was a fair (as it turns out excellent...) chance that the mountain was completely fogged in. So after lots of umming and ahhing and thinking and deciding, I made the firm decision to take off ski clothes and put PJs back on. Quite sensible as it turns out. Had a lovely day snoozing, cooking lunch, reading and awaiting the return of James the Intrepid skier - no conditions ...