Whistler

[Bish Wheeler]

After this run to Whistler I have officially retired as a "Tour Director"! Heck. I'm not even going to announce when I am going to the Men's room for fear of the toilet exploding and flooding the house!

It was raining "just a little" as Rich and Mich and I left the Big Rock Store at about 9:30 on Friday morning and it kept spitting at us all the way to the border. After crossing into Canada the rain got real serious and by the time we neared Vancouver it was a down pour. Add bumper to bumper traffic (at 70 mph), constant hydroplaning (not Miss Budweiser), visability of about 100 feet and the nutty Canadian drivers and you may get an idea of the "fun" we had.

Stopping for gas included watching Rich toweling out the 2" of water sloshing about in his footwell (If we had had a drill we sould have knocked in a couple of drainholes) and me trying to get my windshield wipers to function. Somehow Mich kept a smile in her face through the whole thing and eventually as we neared Whistler the rain settled down to just "rain" and we crept into the hotel like drowned cats.

In Squamish we met up with the Canadian bunch, Perry and Bev, Jay and Henrietta and Steve and Sonja who had all abandoned Cobras and drove the family rigs. They looked at us as if we were a "half a bubble out of plumb".

Actaully we had a great time and once we put the cars in the garage and dried out, had a couple of beers we were back to normal. Whistler is in the process of building again, getting ready for the 2010 Olympics and the hotel was going through a major overhaul, but they didn't work on it over the weekend so the noise we worried about was not there.

Faith Hill was in concert on Saturday night and about 15000 showed up for it. Lot's of partying going on till around 3 AM, but the mob was pretty well behaved, just a bit noisey.

Our little band of "Cobrafiles" hung out and ate very well. In spite of the weather, it was a great, well....an adventure.