A visual diary of our little family trip to Whistler.
{Part one, walking on snow}
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Sean and Grace begin hiking through the woods on the trail to Cheakamus Lake.
Unaccustomed to subtlety, Gracie expresses her displeasure over being in the backpack, asking repeatedly to walk.
Monty engages in Olympic style, midair snowball eating. Frosty remnants coat his face.
Tresses and tufts, witch's hair lichen hangs from trees along the trail.
Mama follows along as baby bear proudly struts her newfound ability to walk on snow.
Feeling a little tired, G needs encouragement to continue on (after at least ~40 minutes of walking on her own!).
Gratified. Still walking, with the end in sight.
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Back at the village...
Enjoying Olympic memories while taking in the view.
G watches fish-like kids swim at the hotel pool.
Splash!
