X-mas day on the Pemberton Ice Cap

After quite the adventure with Canadian Customs in Vancouver, Tonka and I were allowed to enter Canadia and arrived a  bit later than we’d hoped we would in Whistler on X-mas eve.  Maybe it was the fact that these border agents had to work on the holiday, or perhaps it was due to the sheer magnificence of my moustache, but for some reason they felt the need to toss my truck top to bottom.  That meant that Tonka would have to be  removed from the vehicle and placed into one of the kennels they had.  Yeah, right.  There was no way 160# of Boerboel was fitting in one of these tiny crates.  The only option was to anchor his leash to a telephone pole 30 feet from the door while I was interrogated and searched inside.  In less than 60 seconds there was a flurry of activity outside as Tonka had combined his brute force along with the leverage of a nearby concrete pillar to rip the rivets that held the D ring on his collar right out and now he was pawing at the door to the office while 3 customs agents went insane. Comedy on a grand scale and I can only imagine the mileage the security camera footage will get.

After a 90 minute delay we were set free and the drive up the sea to sky hwy under crystal clear skies and a 1/2 moon was truly spectacular.  If the weather held it was going to be a glorious morning.  It held and a magical day of sledding and a bit of skiing on the Pemberton Ice Cap ensued.  With over 300 square kilometers of terrain, Nadia Samer and I shared the glacier with only 3 other people all day.  All that space under blue sky and covered in 3-4 feet of untracked snow.  OMFG.  Merry X-mas.