Let's suppose you find yourself in Whistler. Seems like a safe supposition, eh? After all, you're reading Pique. If you've picked it up, odds are you're here. If you're reading it online, odds are you have a connection and are likely to be here sooner or later. Either way I think we can move on.
Without limiting the universe of possibilities, let's suppose you're a visitor to Whistler. First time? Great. Repeat offender? Even better. After all, one good turn deserves another.
"You didn't really say that, did you?"
Well, yes. Stop interrupting.
Finally, let's suppose you're a bona fide Whistleratic. A local. Instant local? Good enough, no discrimination here. Long-time, long-in-the-tooth local? Congratulations, but keep reading anyway, this is for you too.
If it's March — and it is — chances are pretty good you're here to enjoy the mountains and feed your passion for skiing or snowboarding. Can't imagine a better place to do that, personally; I like your style. But as you yo-yo up and down Whistler and Blackcomb, maybe, just maybe you're wondering to yourself, "Is that all there is?"
"OMG, now you've put a Peggy Lee earworm in my head. I'll get you for this."
Whatever. Live with it.
And if you're a local, sometimes it's easy to get caught up in the whole crazy dance that is livin' in Whistler. Admittedly, the ruts we get into here are better ruts than the ones we might find ourselves in if we lived in, say, Toronto, but ruts are ruts. Sometimes we have to break our make-a-living/go-skiing pattern and remind ourselves about our own town — Whistler, what a wonderful world.
"Thank you. Satchmo's a welcome improvement. I see trees of green..."
You're welcome. But please just hum to yourself; I'm working here.
So being the kind of civic-minded guy I am, I've compiled a very incomplete, very subjective list of things for you to do. Some are places for you to go, experiences for you to have, sights for you to see. All attempt to distill the essence of this place and channel the quintessential spirit of Whistler. Some involve nothing more strenuous than sitting. Others are simply out of the physical abilities of all but the fittest. Not wanting to lead anyone astray, I've borrowed a rating mechanism you're all familiar with: green circles, blue squares and black diamonds. Some activities span multiple categories; it all depends on how you choose to experience them.
Enjoy as many — or as few — as you have time and inclination for. But whatever you do, don't call them a bucket list.
"You said you wouldn't call it that."
I didn't. And I told everyone else not to call it that. Pay attention.