Day 8 - Whistler.
The boys sampled the delights of downhill mountain biking whilst Mr M and I mooched about the place waiting to see if they'd came back in one piece. When they attach a label to your child with a barcode, your name and emergency number just in case they knock themselves unconscious AND the bikes have a computer that records their location in case they fall off a cliff.... you know it's serious, right?
Anyway, they all got back safely. Splattered in mud head to toes, totally knackered but grinning ear to ear.
After lunch they all took the shuttle back to the hotel (wimps) whilst I decided to walk the 4Km back. The sun was shining and it was a lovely walk.
Along the lake and by gorgeous villas (I always enjoy walking through residential areas when I'm abroad)
And then... then we heard about Noel Gallagher and the High Flying Birds (the creative mind behind the brilliant band Oasis) playing at the Pemberton Music Festival nearby and managed to get tickets and left the kids at the hotel and had an unexpected date night and a fantabulous time!
(For all of you that are now totally horrified, we didn't lock them in the room. No 1 is 15 and very responsible. AND we had had offered them the chance to come too and got turned down. We're not horrible parents, I promise you!!)
oh my what an awesome concert.
And the location... a huge flat valley surrounded by snowcapped peaks. Awesome.
The headlining act were Pearl Jam (... ahem... can't say I'd heard of them before but I was totally the only person there not to know them)
so we stayed for a while before catching the bus back to Whistler
We are so rock'n'roll.