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Canada – where we know how to build a campfire

Canada – where we know how to build a campfire

The recent, unexpected death of a close friend has left me at a loss for words. Fortunately, the following words, now almost 20 years old, still seem appropos in this most drippy summer. I'll be back next week.
Canada Day, eh?

Canada Day, eh?

It's the season of birthdays and, like most holidays — personal and collective — the anticipation of such events often fosters expectations so lofty the reality of the celebration has little chance to live up to its hype.
Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part III

Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part III

I know, I know. "What, another instalment?" Yes. The last one. Sure, we've all moved on. After all, we have the RMOW's Corporate Plan to wade through. More bafflegab; more consultant-speak.
Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part II

Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part II

While there are those shivering in the middle of June and wondering why Whistler needs a Climate Action Plan (CAP), there are, according to the climate models informing the plan, three good reasons for us to stop treating Earth's atmosphere like a ga
Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part I

Climate change: Denial ain't just a river in Africa, Part I

The Resort Municipality of Whistler (RMOW) released a draft of its — our — Community Energy and Climate Action Plan (CAP) recently.
Where to go, or not to go...why all the fuss?

Where to go, or not to go...why all the fuss?

Root, root, root for the home team. Quite a few years ago, when I had a home team and for a brief, shining moment they were worth rooting for, I found myself at the old ball game at the not-so-old ball park.
Looks like the honeymoon is over

Looks like the honeymoon is over

A pox on their houses. All of their houses. There was a time in this fair land when the railroads did not run. Gordon Lightfoot said so.
I'll take an average ski season any day

I'll take an average ski season any day

It is possible, just maybe, that there's nothing sadder than seeing Whistler Bowl silently silhouetted against a perfectly clear, deep blue, spring sky the morning after the last day of its season.
Whistler U 2.0?

Whistler U 2.0?

To the extent I am cynical — and I'm not disingenuous enough to argue I'm not — I like to place the blame squarely on the shoulders of the folks who beavered away during my formative years honing the black magic we currently call marketin
On beer and borders

On beer and borders

It was a stellar moment, an unprecedented example of interprovincial co-operation between law enforcement agencies. It was a sting operation involving undercover, plainclothes RCMP officers on one side of the J.C. Van Horne Bridge and Campbellton, N.