Making Lemonade

Miranda was slated for brake surgery Wednesday and it would be an all day procedure. How lucky was I that the work could be completed right away? I met a lot of people over the summer who were stranded in small towns for weeks while waiting for parts. Mine, however, were readily available and en route just a few short hours after my arrival at Olemotors. As it turns out, some incorrect parts were received, but the correct ones were available in Whistler, 30km away, so the mechanic dashed there and back to get them, as well as a new tire, barely delaying the work. So, so, so lucky…

Having a day to kill and being a nervous wreck about the 130km still left before I got to Horseshoe Bay, I took off in the toad at first light and drove all the way to West Vancouver! The drive was sinuous, but nothing like the section from Cache Creek to Pemberton and I felt much better about pulling out with Miranda the next day.

It rained the whole way down but slowly started to clear up around noon so I decided to stop in Whistler, a ski resort town that will be hosting several Olympic events this winter. I wouldn’t have done so had I whipped by with Miranda, but I decided that I might as well play the tourist since I had all that time to kill.

This being the off season, Whistler was an eerie ghost town. The village, where all the shops and restaurants are, was very beautiful, but I had a hard time finding an substance, or sustenance.  I came away glad that I checked it down, but even gladder that I wouldn’t have missed anything had I just whipped by with Miranda. One thing that did impress me was the significant amount of free parking on the outskirts of the village. Whistler is definitely a town that encourages walking and there are a lot of places that are only accessible on foot.

It was mid-afternoon when I got back to Olemotors where work was just resuming after the dash for parts and would continue for a few more hours. I dashed out to the coffee shop for some time and also hung out in the break room at the garage. The brake job was completed by about 6PM, to my surprise, and Miranda was parked for me back in her spot outside. There were just a couple of hours worth of work left to be done; I would be able to roll out by 10AM the next morning.

Whistler had a lot of construction going on

Whistler had a lot of construction going on

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler (the red foliage was a nice treat, something we don't see much out west)

Whistler (the red foliage was a nice treat, something we don’t see much out west)

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

Whistler

In other words: "Please come up here even though the traffic and security are going to be horrendous."

In other words: “Please come up here even though the traffic and security are going to be horrendous.”

Back at the garage, the sky was starting to clear. This is the same shot from last post, only the mountains are completely hidden by the fog!

Back at the garage, the sky was starting to clear. This is the same shot from last post, only the mountains are completely hidden by the fog!

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