Pique'n Yer Interest

Nearly five years into my time in this province, one of my biggest failings has been that I don't go out and enjoy the outdoors as much as I should.

This morning, I drove by a white minivan with a bumper sticker on the back that read, "If animals could talk, we would all be vegan." Curious to see what this devoted vegan looked like, I snuck a glance from the passing lane.

A few weeks ago, Nadine White got an email from a faithful patron of the Whistler Public Library (WPL).

Growing up in Kamloops, I was obsessed with mountain biking. Along with a handful of close friends, I took full advantage of the freedom the sport gave me, building dirt jumps and spending countless hours exploring seemingly endless singletrack.

Every summer that I can remember, my family bought passes to a local music festival. It started off in 1994 as a small, traditional blues festival, featuring the likes of Clarence Clemons, Randy Bachman and Buddy Guy.

You know that excitement you feel when you put up your tree and hang your stockings just three weeks before Christmas? Or it's a week before the next Star Wars sequel/prequel/spinoff opens in the theatre? That feeling of excitement and anticipation d

When I first moved to Whistler in the fall of 2014, skiing and snowboarding were obviously the sports at top of mind. Then, thinking ahead to summer, mountain biking was always going to be a big one.

I'm a little bit afraid of mountain bikers. Logically, I know this is insane. I have plenty of friends who regularly hit the trails on two wheels and they're wonderful people.

There was a time not that long ago when cable networks' biggest competition for eyeballs was whatever else was on the tube at that particular moment.

At its best, the Valley Trail is a well-designed, multi-use trail that accommodates the needs of both cyclists and pedestrians. And up until recently, it has worked out well, with both user groups striking a delicate balance.