Spankys Ladder, Angel Dust, Ratfink. Street names for black market drugs? Or trail names in Whistler? Both… As much fun as it is riding in Europe, saying to your pals “I’ll see you at the bottom of Blue 29” doesn’t quite have the same punch as “Meet me at the Gun Barrels at noon”. Giving such atypical names to some of the world’s best rideable terrain reflects Whistler’s work hard, play hard ethos perfectly. Getting to ride Dave Murray Downhill isn’t the only reason to hit up Whistler but it definitely doesn’t hurt.
“Powder hounds, corduroy chasers and party animals alike all set their sights on Whistler like a maple-hued Emerald City”
To snowboarders Whistler Blackcomb has a mythical cult-like status. Much like surfers flocking to Hawaii or skaters descending on Venice Beach in their droves, powder hounds, corduroy chasers and party animals alike all set their sights on Whistler like a maple-hued Emerald City.
We arrived in Vancouver airport mid-afternoon, slightly jet-lagged, a little discombobulated but absolutely chomping at the bit to get out there. The drive out to Whistler takes a couple of hours and is arguably one of the most picturesque routes in North America. The Sea-To-Sky Highway takes you along the coastline and into the heart of British Columbia with incredible views the entire way. Unfortunately for us, it was foggy as hell on the way there and we could see about as much as Stevie Wonder wearing a blindfold.