I really have to take a while to mentally recap on all the amazing things I´ve seen, heard and felt over the last few weeks. Crossing two continents and leaping out of the depths of winter into the delights of a South American summer.
I felt a real appreciation of Whistler while we were driving away through the stunning alpine valleys, meandering through ancient frozen mountains towards Vancouver. Our daily routine consisted of waking up late, layering up, heading up the mountain together excitedly joking and planning where to ¨shred¨. We would scour the mountains flying off cliffs, playing cat and mouse through the trees and stopping to throw chat like "oh man that was EPIC!" and "yeeeooww how sick was that little cliff!". We had a little track that took us home to our doorstep where we hibernated in our perfect little winter abode and spend the afternooon watching movies, snacking and checking snow for the coming days.
As the date of my departure from Whistler approached, I felt a wierd mixture of stoke, anxiousness, excitement and uncertainty about the looming adventure. I had a rockin last few days in Vancouver - skating around going to gigs and parties and crashing on Dani and Jarrods 31st floor couch with a million dollar view. On my last frigid morning in the dark, lugging my possessions in my vagabond surfboard bag - I saw a skunk cross the road at the pedestrian crossing and wander down to the waters edge - I figured this was a good sign so I was happy. 
