Snowboarding in the rain began to take its toll and I found myself looking to ulterior methods of solving my adrenaline addiction.  Minutes after Christmas dinner, I found myself rounding up the gear and sleeping bag in my car and booking it up to Whistler.  The long windy stretch can be lonely at 10pm on a Sunday night, so I stopped by and picked up Mike on the way.  Wrong move, we got stuck behind an accident for 2 hours.
Monday morning was among the better days of the season.  Mike, Sara and I went and tracked out some freshies under 7th heaven and found ourselves smiling all day long.  The next 6 days were spent on Whistler riding the "Rosa Family Lap".  This run was epic, and never tracked.  Word of mouth spread quickly and by Sunday, people were flocking out of nowhere to hit the freshies.  Barry, Etienne, Aby and I found our way over to some cliffs and got out kicks there.
And of course, New Years Eve.  The first annual GLC party kicked off well with a flat down box setup and a 1.5:1 girl to guy ratio.  Ya, they know how to do it.
Nick and I valiantly tried to get the bon fire going with some gasoline but to no avail.  Finally, after getting the beast blazing, the neighbour flipped out and the beast was put to rest.  Another time Nick, another time.
About an hour later, I found myself stumbling to another house party with a live band.  Blah blah 5 bottles of champaigne everywhere blah blah and off to bed.
I'm tired of writting this blog and I'm off to Whistler again tomorrow with Paul.  Rant over.

Gonzo

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