July 7, 2009!
We awaken refreshed and looking foward to coffee by the fire. Sure enough Eric is splitting wood for the fire. We have eggs and toast for breakfast as teh sun shines gloriously. The boys go grocery shopping in Jasper and Julia and I have great fun cleaning up and organizing the campsite. Julia has the most brilliant idea of drying the wet bathing suits and towels around the fire draped over the lawn chairs. It is all dry in a very short time. Thank God for fires. We were thinking of suggesting a new fragrance for Downey...wood smoke.
We are on our way to the highest and longest tram to the top of Whistlers mountain. (gulp) We are actually paying money to go up very straight and high!! OK God is with us...27 people including ourselves are jammed into the tram and 7 minutes later we bump and then rest on the top! When we started it was 13 degrees C at the base, we step out in 5 degree of rain, snow, sleet and hail. Harsh!!! We walk around a bit...but the wind!
Julia rushes into the restaurant as the rest of us eagerly follow. The view is amazing as we look at "clouds from both sides now". The lunch and hot chocolate and coffee was great in the top floor restaurant. The feel is rugged, tough, pioneer like.
As we are waiting for the tram to go back down a girl (about 12 years old) and I are looking out the window at the foggy view. She writes on the window "Clarissa was here" and I write "Mira was here" and I turn to her and say hi Clarissa. Her face breaks open into a smil and she say hi Mira.
We are all travellers here and we hear many different languages around us so we are all together on this mountain top (dependent on a little tram) yet very different only connecting in our little groups. I enjoyed "cross connecting" with Clarissa.
Part of the restaurant was closed because someone was hurt. As Julia was minding her own business getting coffee an older man just says to her "she fell"...Julia immediately returns with "I'm sorry I hope she'll be OK." "Cross connecting" just happens with us.
We make it down thru rain, hail and clouds. Whew, thank the Lord.
Back at the campsite we are dry and Eric builds a fire to make sure we are warm. It is wonderful to be with Eric and Julia. What a great couple! So many laughs, deep connections and pleasant silences.
The steak dinner was beyond compare and Eric and I won the 2nd crib game but Julia and Glenn killed us the next.
With faces set like flint, we move through the rain to our dome tent bedroom...A little disconcerting as it is very damp...yet we are a persevering couple...the electric blanket warming us we settle in as 2 nights before...yet is is a little differint...those drops on the forehead..a little more disconcerting...Glenn encouranges me to sleep where it is dry...hmmmm...more persevering we fall asleep waking up a couple of hours later...it is still raining...raining...it just never stops....the sides of the tent and therefore our bed is very damp...I imangine the worst...I HATE CAMPING!!
At Glenn's impatient direction we move around so we can both be dry...this I find absolutely hilarious as we move our ample bodies around and over each other aligning blankets with some expressive words it was very funny as I imagine what it must have sounded and looked like in the black of night in the camping wilderness...you just had to be there...
Blessings,
Glenn & Mira
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