Summer weekend in Whistler. Most of these pics are from a fantastic hike we took to the site of an old freight train wreck. The train cars are twisted through the forest, with one literally dangling over the rushing Cheakamus River. The cars have been covered with murals and enterprising mountain bikers have created woodwork bridges and jumps that go over the train cars in some places.
The rest of the weekend was great, despite Obie & Emmet spiralling into colds and basically whining 24/7. Strolling through the Village and seeing all the mountain bikers and tourists, swimming in the pool at our (dog-friendly) hotel, checking out the sights -- we barely scratched the surface of Whistler in the summertime and will have to come back.
