"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They waken us to new understandings with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same..."
Bit of doggerel uncovered in Newport, Oregon on September 9 th , 2005
He'd made his choice. Whistler was going to be home. And why not? He loved the mountains. Loved playing in the thick coastal snow - sliding through the forest, searching out the powder stashes, learning new alpine skills. It was all so new. So exciting. So elemental...
Sure, it was a long way from London and the high-pressure, big-exposure lifestyle he'd led there. But so what? Wasn't that the reason he'd come to Whistler in the first place? Hadn't this place taken him in and embraced him like a long lost son? Shown him things that he'd long wanted to learn?
At 40, Chris Hauserman felt like he'd been given his life back. And rather than hoard his newfound good fortune, he took every opportunity he could to share it with the people he lived and worked with. We often wax ironic about "living the dream" at Whistler. But there is a hard kernel of truth to the old saw. It's not easy to live the dream here. You have to have imagination and discipline and energy and talent - and a very healthy dose of good luck. Yet Chris made it all look easy. He was living the Whistler Dream in as large and as generous a way as anybody I've ever heard of.
Why do some people get involved and others stay on the sidelines? Why can some people connect immediately with a place while others need years to break in? Chris couldn't help himself. He loved it here. I think he was also irresistibly drawn to the people here. Something about this community touched his soul deeply. He loved the edgy nature of Whistlerites. Their enthusiasm for adventure; their thirst for new ideas and ways of doing things. He felt at home here. Among friends.
And he badly wanted to be part of it. He'd even found a place near the lake that suited his needs. But first he had to take care of business. The weeklong trip to London, he explained, was just to secure the necessary funds to buy his very own piece of the Whistler Dream. If it all worked well, he told his friends and colleagues at Cascade Environmental, he'd be back in the valley in time for the office Christmas party. And that, he assured them, was something definitely worth coming home for...