Whister <3
Aug. 5th, 2009 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm glad I've just plowed a new swath of territory in the novel to play with, because I'm going with my parents to their timeshare in Whistler this weekend, and I'll have plenty of time to write, or walk around the lakes and golf courses and dodge bears while brainstorming. So no Worldcon for me, but I'll still be in Canada!
Damn I love Whistler. I love the mountains and the bears and the fact that you can walk for miles along beautiful quiet paths around beautiful quiet lakes. I love that they have a tiny, knee-deep creek called the River of Golden Dreams. I love Rogers Chocolates and that art shop that sells hideous clowns by Red Skelton and sculptures by Anthony Quinn that aren't nearly as Freudian as they used to be. I love that I got to see the South Park movie there and the film broke right after Stan found the clitoris and we all had to stand outside while they fixed it. Whistler's where my dad made me drink Heinekin on my 19th birthday (and no, I still haven't acquired the taste), and bought me The Wall as a present even though he didn't know what it was. (yes, my dad's that old.) Whistler's where I found sixty Canadian dollars in an ugly blue naugahide coin purse abandoned ID-less on the mountainside. Whister's where one of my four secret special places is.
I haven't been in a while. I'm worried it's going to be bloated and ugly because they're getting ready for the Olympics. I worry that Whistler will turn into Vail, which was one of the most boring places I've ever been. But Vail lacks the natural scenery of Whistler, and there's no taking that away.
Damn I love Whistler. I love the mountains and the bears and the fact that you can walk for miles along beautiful quiet paths around beautiful quiet lakes. I love that they have a tiny, knee-deep creek called the River of Golden Dreams. I love Rogers Chocolates and that art shop that sells hideous clowns by Red Skelton and sculptures by Anthony Quinn that aren't nearly as Freudian as they used to be. I love that I got to see the South Park movie there and the film broke right after Stan found the clitoris and we all had to stand outside while they fixed it. Whistler's where my dad made me drink Heinekin on my 19th birthday (and no, I still haven't acquired the taste), and bought me The Wall as a present even though he didn't know what it was. (yes, my dad's that old.) Whistler's where I found sixty Canadian dollars in an ugly blue naugahide coin purse abandoned ID-less on the mountainside. Whister's where one of my four secret special places is.
I haven't been in a while. I'm worried it's going to be bloated and ugly because they're getting ready for the Olympics. I worry that Whistler will turn into Vail, which was one of the most boring places I've ever been. But Vail lacks the natural scenery of Whistler, and there's no taking that away.
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Date: 2009-08-06 02:52 pm (UTC)I hope you're right about it resisting the Olympic effect.
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