Day 4 – The Mountains, Vancouver, and arriving in Whistler

I awoke before dawn on my last of the train. The upside to us being very late was that there would be more time than usual to view the mountain in daylight, so I wanted to make as much of the opportunity as possible. I left my GoPro doing a time lapse and had breakfast with my camera close by in case we went past anything cool. That said, conditions on the day weren’t exactly stellar!!

The Misty Mountains..

The Misty Mountains..

Although the trip was very scenic, I was slightly stressed as the rumors of how late we were going to be arriving in to Vancouver were wildly varied. I’d heard numbers between 3 and 7 hours late. This had implications for my journey onward, as I had a bus booked to Whistler that left 3.5 hours, and if I missed the bus it could be expensive. Fortunately we arrived about 40 mins before the bus was due to leave, and after a nervous wait for my bag to be offloaded, I was able to walk across the station to my bus.

After a cramped 2 hour journey, Whistler came into view and I was shortly settling in to my new shared flat. One of my mates from uni, Ralph, is here so the obvious choice for my first night was to go out and get hammered!!

The next few days would be spent brushing up on my snowboarding skills and settling into my new digs.

Good day for some powder!

Good day for some powder!


Day 3 – The plains of Saskatchewan and Alberta

I treated myself to a lie-in on day 3. Because of the direction we’d been travelling in, we were going back in times zones so each day was sort of 25 hours long. After lazily getting up around 10, I look down and saw that my phone clock had been set back to 9! Win! Unfortunately this hadn’t amounted to any extra bar time along the way! Progress in the night been slow it seems and we were now 7 hours behind schedule. I had slept through our Saskatoon pick-up and by lunch time we were into Alberta, on our way to Edmonton.

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling...

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling…

As the day wore on the landscape began to change, as we approached Edmonton the scenery got progressively more hilly, and by the time we had reached Jasper I could see the dark ominous shapes if the mountains. Unfortunately it was dark by the time we entered the mountains, but after dinner I spent some time (with more free champagne, and some tunes on), with my head pressed against the window peering in to the darkness, and I could see the train winding around the corners in front of me. In the limited light I could see the sharp shapes of cuttings hewn and blasted in to the rock, and the entrances of the dark tunnels we were passing in to. Now I was beginning to get excited, Vancouver, and Whistler beyond, felt close.