The day started out less than glorious. There hasn't been any snow to speak of in a couple of days, and the grooming cats turned everything into corduroy overnight. HARD friggin' corduroy. No kidding, if I scarved across the corduroy, my board made the sound you get when you ride a corrugated pipe. The snow is colder on Whistler, so you can't just smoosh the corduroy by riding over it once.

I went up 7th Heaven, which has a spectacular view (worth going up there just for that). If...