From Two Skis to Two Wheels

OK, so a few days back I gloated about the insinuation that I could possibly be Tim's daughter. Well that one came back to bite me as Tim managed the full 14 days skiing where as I had to have the final day off to nurse my various ailments. In some perverse sense of humour I wish I could claim to have broken a leg or torn an anterior cruciate ligament but in fact I just have a sore knee and neck from not being able to ski on ice properly. Yes, I know - retribution I hear you all cry.

Trying to get luck back on my side I took Tim out for a big piece of chocolate cake when he got back. If all else fails at least the cake will weigh him down ;-)

Guy will be happy to know that from tomorrow we will be on the next leg of our trip and my Internet ramblings will soon encompass bike chat as we hot foot (pedal) it down the coast. We will even include the specs of our bikes for any interested parties - dura ace everything, carbon frame, power pack, comfy sofa seat, chauffeur... ;-) hmm - where are those dream bubbles when you need one?

Any way I guess I better give a few last notes on the snow in Whistler just to bore Guy to within inches of his life ;-) Yesterday we skulked around Whistler and today Tim went off to Blackcomb. Alas you can tell it is the end of the season. Our favourite eatery (yes it is possible to find a mountain top local in under two weeks) has closed for the season, meaning we had to slum it with the rest of the mountain in the one remaining open one. That said it served us well although I am missing the Vin chaud that the french do so well.

To fill my ski free day today I decided I would head off along the valley trail which takes you to a big lake just beyond Whistler Village. It would have been great had I not read the Bear sign at the start of the trail. After 20 minutes of walking along a wooded track I gave in to the voices in my head turned back to the village - all the way practicing my response should I come across one: 'Hello bear. Apparently I am supposed to talk to you firmly, whilst edging away. In the event that you should approach me then I will say NO which should send you fleeing!' Next time I will endeavour to wear a full Morris dancing outfit to ensure no bear in a 10 mile radius has even the slimmest of chances of being spooked by me.

Rambles over it is time for me to absorb myself in bike magazines to eran this evenings steak and beer. I suggested to Tim I may get a Specialized Roubaix Expert but I think his raised eyebrows meant I should think again...