Creekside
So I got up early the day after I arrived and decided to figure out how to walk to Creekside.
This is my neighborhood now:
This is the pathway that leads to everywhere else:
And here is where it starts to severely wind on what becomes an increasingly steep slope. The previous night I decided I would take a nice walk around and familiarize with the area. Unaware of the black ice that covered the entirety of the pathway, I immediately slipped and started ass-sliding uncontrollably down the hill for what felt like an eternity. A gaggle of skiers were ascending the hill as I began to slow down and openly laughed at me. The best I could do was try to use my ass to steer away from the babbling brook that is located to the left. I deliberately lodged myself in a nearby snow bank and then followed them back up the hill:
A lot of the houses and buildings here are wood/log/stone themed. In fact, as far as I can tell all of Whistler is designed to look like a foreigner’s idea of what Canada is like in the most outdoorsy/nature-loving/bear-conservationist/kokanee-drinking/maple syrup-all-the-timing kind of way. All the architecture of the entire town matches with this weird, artificial, alternate universe aesthetic.
This is the “Tangle Tree” for rich little tourist children to play on:
This is stationed next to the entrance of the public washroom. I don’t understand what it is. Is it art? It’s art, isn’t it. Or is it traditional Canadian stone seating? What is the meaning. Somebody, please:
This is my new bank cottage:
Here is the grocery store that is too expensive for me to shop at, replete with authentic Canadian log benches out front.
I bought a coffee and supposed I got the gist of Creekside so I walked home to play banjo.
A typical Canadian song:
Wilf Carter – When I say Hello to the Rockies
Ughh…I love that song. I can’t stop listening to Wilf Carter, and not even as a Canadiana joke.
But….here is a typical Whistler song. I actually heard this in IGA today and nearly shit my pants with a laughter explosion. How can a song that sucks so hard live on for so long?
When you watch this video, remind yourself of how this is a 100% accurate depiction of what my life is and means now. Make sure to pretend Edwin is me, especially the part where he goes “aloo-woah-own” and makes a pouty-face in the snow: