The rain finally stopped on Saturday morning. We tried to get to the lifts at opening time (8:30) and almost made it (9:00). (The buses weren’t exactly frequent.) Much of the surface was asphalt-like ice, but this was an amazing change from the slurpee of Thursday. We spent most of the day at Blackcomb, where Bryan and I shared T-bar rides up to the top. We had to hike a few hundred feet to get to the trail that took us to the glacier, but Bryan was sweet enough to carry my skis. (I’m spoiled!) It was my first time skiing on a glacier and I took a super scenic route that probably would’ve burned out snowboarders’ legs. I wanted to get to the untouched snow, which looked a little better than it felt since it had the consistency of marzipan. Still, it was nice to get away from the crowds and hear nothing but my own carving. We got in line for the Peak-to-Peak gondola back to Whistler and waited less than 10 minutes for a glass-bottomed one. It was pretty amazing zipping above the valley, looking down at a frozen river wind through tall Douglas firs hundreds of feet below.