Barry's requirement for our isolation-cation was mountains.
We even stayed up late to see the sunset once, at 4:30pm.
Some of the time it just looked like this, all foggy murder spookies.
We stayed in an airbnb just like the house in the the recent James Bond movie where the bad guy walks across the lake to murder the family. We looked for him from the hot tub, here.
The fact that said baddie didn't have snowshoes was only one of the plot holes.
Anyway, we survived.
This is Whistler, where they've shaved the mountain for skiing. It's very pretty.
Here, we did the most un-Canadian thing of our trip. We actually walked around town. We did not drive. Because of the snow on the roads. Shame was felt, as was exercise.
This is the Shadow Lake interpretive forest. We aren't sure how to interpret a forest, but attempts were made in the previous post. This post is just for pretty mountain pictures, please interpret:
To aid in the interpretation, Barry wrote a haiku about lichen, clearly inspired by my earlier writings:
Lichen is wispy
It needs to be processed lots
Before you eat it
So now you know why we don't do a blog of poetry.
Anyway, let's interpret moss monster trees.
We found a sign in the forest about how to do your business. It's always nice to be considerate.
