We woke to weak sunshine on Saturday morning. We dressed appropriately and headed to the village to have breakfast. While we walked there I looked for Pokemon to capture. I had teased Dale about going Pokemon hunting the night before. He dared me to do it so I did. But being technologically impaired I had forgotten how to take a screen shot. The creatures I had captured the night before weren’t commemorated, but after a quick review of how to take a screen shot, I was not only able to capture the Pidgey, but to take his picture too! Dale laughed at me as I tried to negotiate the walk with my phone, my glasses, my cane and my purse. I gave up after capturing just one.
We went to a nearby cafe to have breakfast. We were thankful the heaters were on as we sat on the deck. The meal was okay, but we were disappointed by the tiny metal teapots they brought us. They held little more than two swallows. However our server was happy to keep refilling them, and as they were so small, the teabag didn’t need to be replaced. While we ate we finalized our plan for the day. We would drive around Whistler and then head to Pemberton. I waited while Dale got the car from the underground parking at the hotel. I’m pleased to say I captured several more Pokemon during that time.
We got onto the highway and drove north. We passed several lakes and some of them were the wonderful green-blue that indicated they were glacial water. We marvelled at the size of some of the homes on Green Lake, just north of Whistler. The scenery was spectacular. We drove past the turn-off into the community of Pemberton and continued a little way further north. When we realized there wasn’t much more to see, we turned around and this time we drove into Pemberton. It was as small as we expected. We wondered why the town started there. We thought perhaps it was because of a mine, but some research later told us that it was built to service the Fraser gold rush miners and then people stayed on to farm. It took all of five minutes to check out the downtown area. Soon we were back on the highway heading south.
We stopped at One Mile Lake park just outside of Pemberton. Dale wandered down to lake while I sat at one of the picnic tables, enjoying the sunshine and the view. There was a family enjoying the park. The kids were fishing with the dad off of the dock and the mom was throwing sticks in the water for the dogs. Dale headed to the information board and read it. He shared the information when he came back to the picnic table. There was a boardwalk that lead to a trail that circled the lake but we were content to sit in the sun. We sat quietly for a while and then got back on the road.
We drove through some Whistler neighbourhoods and then up to the Olympic sliding centre. It was closed but we could see some of the luge run from the road. Eventually we headed back to our hotel. Again, I waited while Dale parked the car. We wandered back up to the restaurant/bar near the gondola. We sat at the front again, watching the crowd and the mountain bikers. We had some drinks and some salsa and chips. We didn’t feel up to paying $25 for the nachos. I amused Dale by catching Pokemon. (I also stole one of his olives while he was checking his work messages. I tried to convince him there was only one olive to start with, but the picture below proves me wrong. Rats!)
When we were finished we walked down to another restaurant to enjoy some oysters. They didn’t last long! And there were Pokemon there too!
It was a short walk back to the hotel. I had a nap while Dale watched the Blue Jays game, well, most of the game. I woke up once and he was sleeping. He missed innings 3,4 and 5. It was nice to wile away the late afternoon napping, watching TV, reading and eating gummies. (Some kids on the gondola ride the day before had been eating assorted gummies, so we had gone in search of some for ourselves. We bought several bags and nibbled on them all weekend.) Around 7:00 we headed back to the village for dinner, it was okay. Dale’s burger was good but my deep fried perogies didn’t spend enough time in the fryer. They were only marginally browned and not overly warm inside. The cafe/bar didn’t have tea so we headed off. I went to Starbucks and Dale went to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. Tea and goodies in hand, we went back to the room. It was the perfect way to end the night.
In the morning we packed up and then went for breakfast. We had crepes at a little boulangerie. My butter, sugar and lemon crepe was divine! Dale’s savoury breakfast crepe, filled with eggs, ham and cheese, was a little dry. It was sunny when we left Whistler. Traffic was light on our side of the road, however, it was bumper to bumper heading north. I guess people were heading up there to take advantage of the Monday holiday. The heavy traffic heading north continued right into the city. The traffic heading west into the city was crazy too; we thought people might be heading to enjoy the last day of the PNE. We stopped at the Brentwood Mall and it was almost empty but that was good for us, we got in and got out. While it it was great to get away, it was great to get home again too. Tomorrow I have a callback for a play I auditioned for, and a rehearsal for a reader’s theatre production I’ve already been cast in. Dale has a golf tournament. And we’re back to our regular lives, but now we’re well rested and refreshed. Actually I’m always that way, but now Dale is too.