Maxed Out

To geologists, human time is meaningless. To humans, geological time is incomprehensible. We live year by year, decade by decade, one lifetime to a customer. Some short, some seemingly long.

So who would you vote off the resort? There has been a lot of discussion about Whistler being too busy, too crowded, too congested, too gridlocked, too — dare I say — popular.

If you didn't vote on Oct.18, and you didn't vote on the 21st, you've got two choices to make this Saturday (Oct.28). The first choice is whether you're going to vote. No pressure; your choice. Voting is so passé, it seems.

So, why do you live here? Why'd you come here? What keeps you in town? Questions, questions, questions. I've just driven from Whistler to St. John's, Newfoundland and back.

Well, it's that time of year.

Monday is Thanksgiving. On some calendars, especially the ones printed for the U.S. market, it's called Canadian Thanksgiving.

Having outlined some options available to change the trajectory of market housing last week — and thereby incurring the wrath of every homeowner in Whistler — time I moved move onto a few more thoughts on employee-restricted housing and r

In the beginning... there was the bed cap. And it was good. Actually, in the beginning there was chaos. It wasn't particularly good.

"W HA (Whistler Housing Authority) isn't doing anything to ease the housing situation!" "The RMOW doesn't give a damn about housing employees!" "I can't believe the greed of some landlords!" Ah, social media.

On the other side of the country, rolling through some of the most stunning scenery imaginable, rich farmland, vast ocean panoramas, with Stompin' Tom's " Bud the Spud" roaring out of the sound system, I'm struck by the parallels — an