Waking refreshed, and dosed up with horse tranquilizers, they hit the quite brillant slopes of Whistler with the sun beaming down on them. Sadly they had managed to book this element of the trip at President's Week which is by all accounts the busiest week here and so they got to spend much of the day in queues. Fortunately the scenery made up for this minor wrinkle.
Although the (man) flu is really beginning to get them down (Gay George (Not Actually Gay) in particular).
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