I did make it to the top of Whistler’s. With more than a little help from the tramway. The last 600 feet were left to me. More than enough for my vintage body.
I did not do lunch at the top. I did do a KitKat bar. Back at the hotel I polished off the leftover chicken, tomatoes and avocado. Then I napped.
Tomorrow at 1730 it is back on the train. This time it is three nights and two days. Hope I have this whole train thing down. I have booked a sleeping “coffin”. Six feet three inches by three feet.
I was missing Mr C this evening. Found Canadian football on TV. Turned on football and it is like he is here!