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I’m sitting on the deck of the Whistler condo as I write this – a gorgeous day in the mountains – warm, sunny, and a nice breeze.  I had to come up for my final meeting on the Board of the Homeowners Association for the condo – having been President for the last nine years I decided last year to not seek election when my term expired this year.   It’s been an interesting two days -- riding up here on the bike and hanging in Whistler,  and I’ve made some random notes about a few things, so this post will kind of ramble a bit.
The weather forecast was for a nice weekend, so I figured I’d ride the bike the 250 miles up – I’ve not gotten a lot of riding in since coming back from the big trip in May.  Although I left Friday morning at what I thought was “post morning rush” traffic, it still took me nearly 90 minutes to go the 28 miles from Seattle to Everett on I-5.  There was a TON of traffic, and all that rushing traffic I think psychologically makes you want to go faster as well, and it causes you to stress, become tense – push through – rush – hurry.  I really had no timeline (except to get to Vancouver BC before their rush hour started), but still I found myself rushing.  I think the nature of freeway travel causes that.

I exited off just north of Arlington at the small town of Sylvana, and took the old Pioneer Highway through Skagit County.  There was no traffic here, and so I could relax and meander the farm roads – stop tensing up, pushing, and rushing, and I could enjoy the warmth of the sun on my bare arms and the wind in my face.  (Note to self -- put sun screen on the back of your hands -- your riding gloves have a big oval opening that when exposed will burn your hands red and look like funny birthmarks.)
I stopped for lunch in Edison, WA at the Longhorn Saloon.  I saw another bike parked out front and so I figured it was worth a stop.  I enjoyed a nice casual lunch before hitting the road and taking Chuckanut Drive up to Bellingham.  Its funny when I’m traveling alone I find myself posting updates on Facebook more often.  Aside from the fact it’s amazing to be able to type out a few characters on my phone and it uploads to a web page so that folks know what’s going on – and I can even post pictures instantly – it somehow makes me feel like someone out there cares and is watching.  Traveling alone – although something I tend to enjoy – is a little hard, but being able to text folks or post things to Facebook somehow makes you feel like you are alive and maybe gives the illusion that someone cares because they might read it and think “oh cool, Gary’s riding up the coast”.  It’s kind of vain in a way I suppose as well, but I found myself doing it a lot when I was on the road in May, as well as this weekend from Whistler.

I unfortunately had to get back on the freeway in Bellingham for the run up to and across the border and in to Vancouver BC.  I swear even though the traffic wasn’t heavy, it was all around and rushing and I’m positive my blood pressure went up. It would be interesting to have a BP cuff and take a measurement.  There is so much more to concentrate on with all the traffic moving around that you naturally I think tense up.

As always, it takes some time to get across Vancouver, but at 3pm it wasn’t all that bad, and before I new it I found myself on Highway 1, the Trans Canada.  Now that would be a road trip – Victoria BC all the way to Halifax, Nova Scotia.  The Province of BC has been working on Highway 99 the Sea To Sky highway for the last 7 years, getting it ready for the Olympics.  This has to be one of the  most spectacular drives anywhere, and a hell of a lot of fun on the bike.  It travels the East side of Howe Sound and up a fijord to Squamish before heading inland and up to Whistler and the BC Interior.  Where there was once a two lane road hanging by a thread to a notch caved out of a cliff, there is now a modern engineering marvel of a four lane divided highway. 
Although the old road was fun in a roller coaster kind of way, the new road is still spectacular and shaves some time off the trip.  I was kind of  “lost” for a while, as I used to know every curve on the old road, but a lot has changed in the 17 years I’ve been coming up to Whistler. 

This place has always felt like a second home too – until this trip.  While I’ve come up here alone in the past, this is the first time I’ve come up alone since Tony and I split up.  This was always our second home – and while I’ve learned to live with the ghosts of the Seattle house, the ghosts remain strong up here.  I opened up our locked closet to find his toiletries and clothes here.  I walked to the village alone and ate alone at our favorite “first night” restaurant, Mongolie Grill. 
I wanted to text and share with him what I was seeing and feeling like I did when we were together, but for the most part I didn’t want to intrude on his weekend away in Portland with a new friend, but everywhere I went I saw things that I would want to turn to him and say and I couldn't.

I rode up the mountain on the gondola after my meeting today – something we would have done had he come with me.  I looked down at the runs we loved to ski, and how much we loved coming up here and racing down the mountains, and I have to wonder again if I can do it alone. 

Among the changes up here is a new massive “thrill ride” of sorts.  The worlds longest and highest gondola – known as the Peak To Peak.  It crosses the canyon of Fitzimons Creek at a level that planes fly, and gets you from the tops of Whistler Mountain to Blackcomb Mountain in 11 minutes as opposed to the more than 60 minutes it takes skiing all the way down one mountain and riding all the way back the other. It is indeed like flying – very quiet, and high above the valley floor.  Once again the amazing thing about technology that allows me to post to Facebook, while riding the darn thing, these pictures above I sent to FB while in the gondola to show folks I’m riding the thing.  When you are alone with no one to talk to or share the experience with, posting status updates and instant pictures to Facebook seems to fulfill that need in a minor way. 

I rode the chair lifts down the Blackcomb side of the mountain, enjoying the sun, the breeze, the wildflowers in the meadow and even a lonely black bear walking a trail below the lifts – somewhat symbolic I suppose -- and then walked back to the condo.

It’s getting close to dinner time – so I’ll walk back to the Village in a bit, and maybe take in the Harry Potter movie at the little cinema here, and swing by Cows, the quirky cool Canadian ice cream shop.  I had thought about leaving on Monday so I could avoid the weekend down canyon traffic, but I’m not sure the ghosts here will let me stay, so I might just ride the long way home through Lillooet and down the Fraser River Canyon tomorrow and get back to Seattle sometime late Sunday.  We’ll see in the morning.

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ironchefpinoy
Jul. 19th, 2009 05:55 am (UTC)
i wonder if those ghosts simply followed you up there...or if that one represented another aspect of what was. *hug*
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