We've been at the Olympics for a week now and are soaking it up and having a blast. This is my third Olympics now and its beginning to rival my other experiences, and if the next few days go as planned and the weather doesn't interfere, it might surpass the others for shear funness.
We've been to two events and its a great time for sure, but we've learned its more fun to hang out and enjoy from the village. Its cheaper for one and we avoid all those shuttle bus hassels and crowds, but we can also spend our mornings cross-country skiing at Lost Lakes Nordic right in the village and then get beers and poutine for lunch while we catch up on the latest happenings at the games on one of the big-screens.
And the weather has been puuuuurrrrrrrrr-fect!
Last Sunday we had an awesome time in Bellingham with the Hamsters and gang. It rained all morning and Rachel and Alan put together an amazing breakfast for us. It was a fun lazy morning and we had second thoughts about the Olympics, what with all this warm crappy weather. Then it cleared and a couple posse's formed: 5 or 6 of us dudes took our bikes up to Galbraith and had an epicly fun and muddy ride while the ladies went for a stroll with Kian out to the falls and didn't get back to after nightfall. We were worried sick as we pollished off Christine's birthday keg and watched Olympics Day 3. Oh yeah: then some of us drove up to the rink for roller skating Valentine's style. Alan still had it after all those years (he's even got his own skates), while the rest of us mostly flailed and scared all the parents with our reckless speed skating. Kian had to watch on, no babies on the hard deck.
That night we crossed the border and made our way into downtown Vancouver, and parked easily in our old spot right next to the Union Pacific station just a short walk from Yaletown, BC Place and some of the Olympic happenings. It was great weather all day and we did the tourist thing from our bikes with Kian in tow. We cased it out. Cruised the city streets and down Granville, then we hit the bay and the supercrowds and had beers and a light lunch along the waterfront, then met "Joe" in Stanley Park for the Biathlon ticket exchange, we were out there all day. At night we made it back to the Yaletown Live venue and suffered a 30-min line to watch a couple of live shows including Matisyahu... that was about when it started raining. That's when we packed up and left Van for the Mountains because we had to be at the Biathlon the next morning. No idea how it would all work out but it did in grand Tortuga fashion. In Squamish I stopped at a 7-11 while Annie and Kian slept so that I could figure out our move, and a group of Californian dudes traveling in a rented RV gave us their slip at an RV park less than 2-miles from the Biathlon venue, AMAZING! They had paid but decided to leave to have their final day in Vancouver and so they spot was being unused: there! Pulled in at 1am and had our first night in the mountains plugged in and comfortable. What luck.
We've been to two events and its a great time for sure, but we've learned its more fun to hang out and enjoy from the village. Its cheaper for one and we avoid all those shuttle bus hassels and crowds, but we can also spend our mornings cross-country skiing at Lost Lakes Nordic right in the village and then get beers and poutine for lunch while we catch up on the latest happenings at the games on one of the big-screens.
And the weather has been puuuuurrrrrrrrr-fect!
Last Sunday we had an awesome time in Bellingham with the Hamsters and gang. It rained all morning and Rachel and Alan put together an amazing breakfast for us. It was a fun lazy morning and we had second thoughts about the Olympics, what with all this warm crappy weather. Then it cleared and a couple posse's formed: 5 or 6 of us dudes took our bikes up to Galbraith and had an epicly fun and muddy ride while the ladies went for a stroll with Kian out to the falls and didn't get back to after nightfall. We were worried sick as we pollished off Christine's birthday keg and watched Olympics Day 3. Oh yeah: then some of us drove up to the rink for roller skating Valentine's style. Alan still had it after all those years (he's even got his own skates), while the rest of us mostly flailed and scared all the parents with our reckless speed skating. Kian had to watch on, no babies on the hard deck.
That night we crossed the border and made our way into downtown Vancouver, and parked easily in our old spot right next to the Union Pacific station just a short walk from Yaletown, BC Place and some of the Olympic happenings. It was great weather all day and we did the tourist thing from our bikes with Kian in tow. We cased it out. Cruised the city streets and down Granville, then we hit the bay and the supercrowds and had beers and a light lunch along the waterfront, then met "Joe" in Stanley Park for the Biathlon ticket exchange, we were out there all day. At night we made it back to the Yaletown Live venue and suffered a 30-min line to watch a couple of live shows including Matisyahu... that was about when it started raining. That's when we packed up and left Van for the Mountains because we had to be at the Biathlon the next morning. No idea how it would all work out but it did in grand Tortuga fashion. In Squamish I stopped at a 7-11 while Annie and Kian slept so that I could figure out our move, and a group of Californian dudes traveling in a rented RV gave us their slip at an RV park less than 2-miles from the Biathlon venue, AMAZING! They had paid but decided to leave to have their final day in Vancouver and so they spot was being unused: there! Pulled in at 1am and had our first night in the mountains plugged in and comfortable. What luck.
(I'd post more pics but the connection here is slower than in Mexico's BC -- more later).
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