Whistler's Kid

Big Red Says: Just got back from our holiday to Whistler, I am so proud of myself, I managed to find, hidden away, in the local's section of Whistler, a Mcdonalds, a Kentucky fried chicken, and Subway franchise. Then found the local hangout for cheap Breakfast and Lunch, a Cheap Hotdog, Hamburger and Soft Ice cream place, and finally a Grocery store that had pre-made chinese food cheap.
The rest of the "Araxi", "Umberto", "Tiramisumi" type $$$ restaurants, (seared 3 ounce steak with asparagas tips, $34.95) got passed right on by. Had to, we now have this ugly Kermit the frog coloured, Hearse for Little People car, to pay for.
Let's go up the mountain, she says..........I thought what the hell, what could happen?

On the whistler lift there were 6 of us in the gondola, another B.C. Couple and I were recounting the failure and collapse last year of this inclosed cube of a lift, thoroughly delighting the older European couple who had just enough grasp of the english language to understand, Falling and Dieing. It was quite cute from there on how they clung to each other and chanted prayers.

Arriving at the top, Wifey pointed to the Peak Express lift that would take us to the very top of Whistler. We had a ten minute walk down hill to get to the express lift, the closer we got the steeper the climb looked. As we arrived I realized Vertigo Boy was in great trouble. The supposed Chairlift was an open ride with a 1/2 piece of junk aluminum bar that locked in front of one's lap. Any wrong move and Splat onto jagged cliffs hundreds of feet below. And the Steepness my God the Vertical Steepness, what idiot decided to go straight up, to save a few buck's.
Wife touched me halfway up to tell me to look at something, I was in the middle of calling out God's Name, Pleading for salvation from this Devil Machine at the time, and politely told her through slitted eye's, "For God's sake, DON'T TOUCH ME", any Extra Weight might cause me to slip off this thing". She went back to taking pic's.
At the top, I could barely keep my legs from shaking off the platform.
Now a New Problem began, there was no freaking way in Hell, I was going back down on the Devil Lift.
I Squeaked Politely to the Attendant, being careful not to step on the people who laid unconsious on the deck with Electic Paddles trying to bring them back to life......"Is there another way down, Please"? "Why sure" she said just follow the Cliff Trail for about an hour and it will take you down to the "Peak To Peak" Gondola's".
Down and Cliff were very apt in her description, she was only out by half an hour on the length of the, Walk, Crawl, Slide, to the Gondola. I was surprised to see people older than us actually running down the hill with the oxygen breathing tube's still taped to them. We all wanted off this life taking peak.
Finally arrived bruised and worn, at the Peak to Peak Gondola.........But that's another story.
I have to stop typing, as I am reliving the experience and I haven't seen a counsellor yet.
More to Come.