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A day in the Extralife Growth of the film industry in the Sea to Sky Corridor By J. Michael Yates Christ, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. Doogie Howser is jumping up and down beside me to stay warm, but I’m fine, I know exactly what I’m doing.

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Whither Whistler arts and culture? Culture is busting out everywhere, but trying to find a place to house it is another story By Christopher Woodall Art, for some people, is little more than a nickname for 'Arthur.

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The PR Game in the woods By Stephen Vogler A man fishes from his belly-boat in a lake surrounded by second growth forest. An older couple sit in lawn chairs by their campfire chatting with a forest service employee.

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Two mayors and a commissioner Being Liberal in West Vancouver-Garibaldi can lead in many directions By Bob Barnett On Sunday at the Sea to Sky Hotel in Squamish Brenda Broughton, mayor of Lions Bay, officially became the NDP candidate for West Vancou

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By G.D. Maxwell Humans are complex, messy systems. Like any complex, messy system, humans sometimes screw up, fail, crash and burn.

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Development 1996 VILLAGE NORTH o Pinnacle International Resort Club. Pinnacle International. Lot 22, 84-unit lodge. o Apec Lodge. Sung-lin Lien. Lot 19, lodge and retail complex. o Alpenglow Lodge. Trilogy Development Corp.

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By G.D. Maxwell The landscape below stretched to the horizon in rolling green hills, bucolic countryside more at home in Vermont or Quebec than any place I’d ever lived.

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Parallel lines Sun Peaks’ development plans conjure up images of Whistler in its early years By Bob Barnett Twenty years ago, waiting for a bus at the garbage dump to take you from the base of the Olympic Run back to the lifts at Whistler Creek, it w

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SongSwan The Trumpeters of Dentville The Squamish Estuary is the scene for one of Nature’s aural-visual dramas; the trumpeter swan leading the cast of characters. By J.

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By G.D. Maxwell You've skied your buns off for the last three days. Your thighs felt like cement this morning and you just can’t face another 30,000 vertical feet day.