Farewell to Whistler...my old friend...
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The following morning was a bit of a sleepy morning. We have an exuberant amount of food left, so i decide to get an early start in the kitchen again and get to chopping mushrooms and totatoes and bell peppers and the such. The kitchen is definitely deserted. And it has that cold frosty damp 6am feeling that kitchens get in the morning. Only one other couple is up, but they have filled the room with the soft warm glowing scent of coffee. Man, i miss caffeine hahahaha!
We end up having a lot of eggs, so by the time that i get doone chopping everything, the girls are not up yet. So i decide just to cook the omelets myself (lord have mercy). The first stainless steel pan i set down onto the stove and add oil to, ignites the oil into a flaming flambe of empty pan.
As we sail down the Sky to Sea Highway now, heading south, the familiar landmarks pass by, in a backwards panarama of the last few days. Whistler village passes by.
Kelly decides that perhaps i have taken too much punishment from her elbows and fists for the past few days, and turns her "affections" to Tantalus Peak itself. Notice how her smile is now completely genuine ^^ I take the oppertunity to offer some of my own affections to the prospective peak, in hopes that she will grant me safe passage onto her snowy caps when i have grown a bit. I offer my silent farewells to the landscape as we make our descent back to Vancouver, depositing bits and pieces of my heart, its flourishes and palpitations, buried deep into the forrest hillsides and granite faces. So many things left unfinished, so many things left undone. So many reason to return ^^ i already cannot wait to come back...even though i have not yet truely left...
We pass through Lions Den and the many islands floating off the shoreline. It reminds me very much of driving down the California coastline, except these islands are ginormous and are covered in trees. Katherine tells us that there is a lot of hiking and camping in this area. Michael, our elustrious host in Vancouver, has been camping along this stretch as we have been romping through Whistler. We should see him again in a couple more days. I wonder how long it will take me to set foot on each and every island in that bay. I close my eyes and once again let the reflections on the water take me away, mind and body, hands and spirit, to the fusion of water, earth and sky...please wait for me. I'll be right back ^^