I’ve been back in Squamish for 9 days, and it’s been nine nearly perfect days. I know, I know - I’ve been on about this all summer. The weather has been perfect. Whatever. But what you need to understand is that I’ve been talking up the misery of Squamish weather far and wide, and a lot of people are unimpressed with my dire warnings. Pat O’Brien came out with me on this last trip, and he’s been downright jolly the whole time. The summer was a bit wet back East (I hear - it was nice for the week I was there), and Patty has got unnatural levels of happy sunshine hormones in his bloodstream right now. The outlook doesn’t look much better either. This morning is the first time I’ve ever seen that weather graphic on my google screen.

Yesterday Patrick hiked Blacktusk with Rosie Brennan. I was grinding skis. I really need to get up there. It looks unbelievable.