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The multi-media Olympic myth evokes similar unbelief. I do believe the torch bearers who become misty eyed because they can't think of anything to say about the experience beyond "it is hard to put into words," because it is impossible to create meaning out of myth. I know it is a fact that to the extent we "reach out to the limits of our capacities..." we enjoy life; and that athletes with the greatest capacities who reach out to their limits can participate in the Olympics if their capacities fit an Olympic sport. However, believing we need the Olympic orgy, to "reach out to the limits of our capacities..." is as unnecessary to life as needing to believe in the virgin birth.
Several years ago when I suggested we try for Mom, a sister in Vancouver who has committed her life to the Christian part of the Christmas story told me, "Your unbelief is an impediment to us getting along." It would not have helped for me to point out it is not unbelief but beliefs that cause conflict and that if everyone didn't believe what I don't believe, we would all get along. I haven't changed my unbelief; but on Christmas Eve my mother and I travelled to Vancouver where we spent an enjoyable day with my sister and her husband. Do you believe?
The early days
I was here for the big power outage and freeze of 1968. My family huddled around the acorn fireplace in our Alpine Village condo during the two and a half days the power was out. I recall my dad saying, on the morning of Dec. 27th, that the temperature had dipped to minus 25. That was in the Fahrenheit days.
A diesel-electric rail locomotive was sent up to generate emergency power but not before the hot water heating pipes in the Cheakamus Inn had frozen and burst and the side of our toilet bowl had fallen out, despite being emptied. The substation transformer was replaced in the summer of '69.
This may have been a record November for snowfall, but if people had to deal with the amount of snow and cold in the valley as we did in the first 10 years of Whistler's existence they'd be mad.