Maxed Out

"In the cosmic dichotomy of dog people and cat people, I'm a dog person leading a cat person life. I like dogs a lot but my life's been too transient, too busy, too confined or too self-centered to own a dog. Possibly all of the above.

My apologies to all of you who've taken the time to email me. It's not that I don't have the time to respond, I just don't care. Hold on a minute... I think I got that backward.

Are we a GO? Well, we'll see.

Not much happening in town. Time to hit the road, catch a different sunset, revisit a favourite spot. Know just the place. South of Bend, Oregon, perched high on a Ponderosa pine and lava forest, is a tiny-perfect lake — Paulina Lake.

Whistler's Official Ornamental Swamp-growing Plant, skunk cabbage, is popping up everywhere. Green leaves, yellow spathe, semi-distinctive odour, frequently mistaken for Whistler's Official Herb, B.C.

The pall of pot smoke coalescing over Skier's Plaza Sunday afternoon at forty minutes to five was not visible from orbiting surveillance satellites.

When last we left Mr. X and the little festival that could, a valuable lesson had been learned: While music may have charms that soothe the savage breast, it may also have a catalytic property that fuels epic snowball fights.

All across the ski world there's a common sound this time of year.

It was hot on Dusty's patio. Unseasonably hot for the last day of March. OK, maybe it wasn't unseasonable, this being spring and all.

The weather this week has been invariably sunny and hot... in the Bahamas where I am.