I’m obviously not skiing, and not really doing anything
except another hotel splurge in Autumns finest foliage.
“Whistler-Blackcomb boasts more slopeside lodging than any
other resort in North America. It’s only ski-in/ski-out property, however, is
the swank Fairmont Chateau Whistler Resort, a friendly, gabled fortress
dominating the ski area at the base of Blackcomb Mountain and embodying the
style of the grand old Canadian Pacific railroad hotels.”
I thought Whistler was overrated. It started out with what felt like all of
Canada arriving for check-in at the same time. It was mayhem. It also meant
that there were people everywhere, lines for valet, lines for self-park, lines
to check-in, and even lines for the elevators.
It all felt very crowded and un-COVID-safe.
To be honest, I didn’t do much the weekend I was there because of the crowds, but I did have a really good sandwich and some really unique ciders at a pub across the street.
And while I don’t have any pictures of it (‘cause I was driving, in the rain, with the whole of Canada going back to Vancouver) the Sea to Sky Highway is just as beautiful as they say.
