The Whistler Nordic Olympic Village was our first cross-country stop of the weekend and we wished that we'd had more time to ski here, it was amazing! But it was tough, steep, especially when towing a trailer full of baby.
Kian and I set off up the Madeley Lake Trail and were confronted with a squal: in 30-minutes the trail and the trailer took on about 2 inches of snow, but we soldiered onwards, and after several 1,000 vertical feet of climbing we were rewarded: Madaley Lake, no way! And sunshine, yes way!
After skiing, we drove up to Whistler-Blackcomb and found a primo place to plug-in for warmth (the low was -10 celcius) just a 10-minute walk to the village. While Annie cooked and entertained the boys, Daddyfresh mixed up some fixins and put his resourcefulness to work: icicles with sticks for ice cubes and swizlesticks.
This was probably my favorite winter weekend of the season this year, and these pics represent just one of four days. Kian is having a blast these days but is wearing his emotions on his sleeve, so if he's not having a blast we know it. The reason that we don't have many pics of his grumpy moments, even though we're striving to show it all here, is that we're usually called into action when Kian speaks.
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