Baby Cakes: Contrabando

Like to see that smile! That's definitely not a squint.

A couple more firsts this past weekend:

Kian's first time out of the country: Canada!
Kian's first time skiing 4+ hours: Pooped!
Kian's first time scavenging an RV plug-in: Poached!
Kian's first illegal border crossing: Smuggled!

We almost didn't get the weekend off to a start at all -- an alternator blow-out from our last adventure meant that we were scrambling to get a new one installed. I pulled the alternator at lunch on Thursday, Annie exchanged the burnt one for a new one in the afternoon (Can you say warranty? Its spelled F-R-E-E), and then I installed it in the dark that night so that we could roll ASAP Friday morning. Lot's of touch-n-go happening, but it all worked out and we crossed the border by Noonish.

But woops! We forgot Kian's papers of authenticity and decided that instead of aborting our plans we'd play things by ear. Playing stupid is our strong suit and it works pretty well in America, but getting back into our own country was going to be our biggest challenge. However, we had 4-days with Monday off of work to hatch a plan, so our priority became maximizing the fun and skiing until then.

Annie drove the Tortuga into Vancouver and I rode my bike from the border and we rendezvoused in Stanley Park. Vietnamese for dinner then drove up to Squamish for the night.

The new Whislter Olympic Nordic Center on Saturday. Skied 3-ish hours, amazing, you saw the pics posted yesterday.

Then up to Whistler Village, the Disneyland of ski resorts, to plug in for the night and to ski the less steep Lost Lake trail system. Kian was a hit in the village sporting his furry Scandinavian booboo-bear ski suit.

Lost Lake was awesome! This place has it all: flats for towing the boy, tons of superfun rollers and zippy turns, and epic steeps and above alpine skiing. The perfect weather helped. Pics below.