When I thought about Whistler, I pictured a big, Snowmass-like, sprawling family mountain with a Vail-like base village. (I knew about the village from a summer visit.) It’s a Vail-owned resort and that fact alone made me skeptical.
Still, I planned a visit because of its legend in the ski world. It’s a bucket list resort.
I was so gleefully wrong about that. What an incredible place.
Last week, my buddies and I flew into Seattle, made a day-trip to Stevens Pass (also awesome) and drove north to what I now consider to be the best lift-accessed terrain on the continent.