So it’s our fourth day here in West Vancouver for our Christmas break. We come back to BC every other year, and I get really excited for it. I love Christmas with the whole Graham family, and this will be the first year that Iain will go into ski scamps.
Except it won’t.
We are having the strangest weather I have ever seen. We delayed flying out of Toronto until Saturday December 20th so that we could avoid “Snowmageddon” on December 19th. And then there was supposed to be another storm in Toronto on Sunday, except that it went above freezing, and Toronto is having Vancouver-esque weather.
And we are in the middle of the heaviest snow I have ever seen in Vancouver. There’s about 50cm on my parents’ back deck, and it’s showing no signs of stopping. These photos are from the first round two days ago, and it’s just getting worse. We can’t get up 18th Avenue because West Vancouver only has 10 snow plows and has used up its snow budget for the next 10 years.
But, but, but in the worst irony of all — Whistler has the least amount of snow it’s had in a long long time. Like 70cm. And it’s not getting any of this blizzard that we are stuck in. So I won’t even get to ski in this.