Manicured Whistler to Unvarnished Hope
August 13th 2009 Whistler is too fancy for me. In the midst of what I'm sure are glorious mountains, shrouded in clouds, dripping with rain, you have to pay $2 an hour to park on a crowded horseshoe-shaped street of boutiques, bistros, and landscaped bits of wilderness walkways. Molly and I slept well, however.
The forecast called for more rain so I decided not to camp at Nairn Falls, just a bit east of Whistle
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