The Journey, Not the Destination

It was only a three-hour drive away, but Whistler felt like it was a world apart. The boy and I spent a night at the Whistler Alpine Chalet, a cozy bed and breakfast with fitness and spa facilities. We didn't really do much. We had prime rib in the Village and caught the opening band and the tail end of the Barenaked Ladies concert. There was late-night stargazing on our room's patio, a delicious three-course breakfast, and a drive back to Vancouver filled with pit stops for sea-to-sky, mist-filled vistas.

Sometimes it really is more about the journey than the destination. Mini getaways like this are good for the soul, and the trip got us talking about other places we'd like to take road trips to. Portland and various stops in Washington State rank high on that list, and who knows, that trip might be happening in September.