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Postcards from Travel Near and Far by Jia-Rui

V0N 1B4, Whistler

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A treehouse in the middle of the mountain

Dear ——–,

We almost didn’t ski on Sunday. We had a flight to catch in Seattle at 7:30 p.m. But when we saw the downy flakes falling and sticking down in the village, we couldn’t help ourselves. Jen, Andrew, Bryan and I only got 3 hours, but it was completely worth the hassle of buckling boots and schlepping gear. Whistler Mountain redeemed itself from Thursday’s slushy nightmare. Thank goodness we had granulated or powdered sugar to ski on instead. Unfortunately, everyone else also knew the conditions had improved and the lift lines were three times as long. We managed to find the treehouse near the Bear Cub trail, stepped out of our skis and scrambled up the wooden stairs. I skipped the slides, but Bryan and Jen howled on their way down. On our last run, we managed to catch about 20 feet of the Dave Murray trail, so I can at least say I did one of the 2010 Olympic runs. We hustled out of Canada as quickly as we could, with stops for Tim Hortons and ketchup chips before the border. On the way to the airport, we dropped Andrew off at the Granite Curling Club because he had a match. (He actually is Canadian.)


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I'm a journalist based in Los Angeles who has always said that writing postcards for a living would be a dream job. The posts -- short enough to fit on an actual postcard -- chronicle recent travels near and far. I could blab on about being inspired by epistolary novels, the short poems of Emily Dickinson, and the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" pieces, but I'll just say that I'm aiming to give you a sense of flavor of a place without boring you to death. Wish you were here!

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