Rachel and I decided that a float plane trip up above the mountains near Whistler was probably essential to our trip, and probably a once in a lifetime experience.
For me, it was definitely a once in a lifetime experience, as I was surprised that my body did not like the constant ups and downs and turbulence and twists and turns. Normally I LOVE that sort of thing! Body – why were you so confused??? I think that it was through sheer willpower that I did not succomb to motion sickness.
Rachel on the other hand will be doing her best to make friends with little planes, and perhaps will be found loitering around the Crystal airport.
I am so glad we went though, as the views were INCREDIBLE! Seriously – SO awesome!! We saw mountain tops, looked down into valleys, noted the frequent creeks flowing down the mountain side, looked at aqua ponds up on the mountains, and enjoyed looking down at the trees and snow. (And the Olympic sliding center, as pictured below)
Afterwards, we took the train back again, and made friends with our train lady. We wanted to move to the other side where the better view would be, because we were on the wrong side on the way up too. So we tried to switch seats, and asked her, and she apparently had promised the second row to a family, but let us sit in the first row, which meant she chatted with us, sharing funny stories and sassy remarks, and trying to help us make our travel plans for our last day in Vancouver. It was a beautiful ride back, and we said a tearful goodbye to our new friend. I don’t have any pictures from the return trip (since they would have looked surprising similar to the pictures from the way there) and I never thought I would say this – but it was actually enjoyable to put my camera down and take a break from the photography…
After hopelessly meandering Vancouver, looking for something that would be open for dinner on a Sunday night, we ended up in a restaurant across from our hotel, sitting on the bar side so we could catch the baseball highlights (and eventually watch bowling). Our waitress was adorable and told us a great story from the Olympics. She said that a family came in all wearing the same shirts, so she asked if they had been at an event together. They said they’d come from curling, and she asked how it was, to which they responded “it is curling – how do you THINK it was??” and they talked about how boring curling was, egging on the waitress to agree with them. As soon as she finally said something about “yeah, I guess on tv I don’t really understand it, it isn’t very exciting to watch” then they fessed up that they love the sport, one of the guys was on the Canadian curling team, and went on to win gold! She was mortified, but they wouldn’t let her change her statement – they all thought it was really funny, but she was super embarrassed, and would see him on tv all the time after that… awesome.