From the Lions' Gate Bridge, leaving Stanley Park in our purring Prius, the mountains yonder were glowing.
Not a bad freeway view.
We detoured a little to Horseshoe Bay...
...where water of which the Canadian approves, flows. Look, he said, it's clear; referring to my coca-cola South African water.
The best thing about Whistler was this wonderful fondue, at Crepe Montagne.
Where Vince put his nose into a glass of hot gluhwein...I had a Kir Royale. It's good for hives.