Big White is AWESOME! PUPPying... it is not what you think...

Being the un-creative soul that I am, I write about things that are in my little world - skiing when skiing, hiking in the summer, travel when travelling... you get the picture? Recently the thing that seems to be occupying my limited mind, is my dogs... well not really my dogs but my dogs business...

Wifey (yes the beautiful woman that sacrifices a better life to be with me...) got some new dog food... for the dogs... (in case you were wondering). This dog food is AWESOME! But not in the Big White way, more in the "That dog can produce an awesome amount of..." and the food seems to have some unique qualities that have been observed over recent weeks...

• Expansion - more comes out of the dogs than goes in...
• Rapid Processing - er... it moves very quickly from one end to the other.
• Frequency - not only does more come out, but it comes out more often...

AWESOME! 

Not...

Of course these observations have been taken in a very professional manner... with the typical scientific comments attributed to original research based observations -

• 'F***ing he**! Again!'
• 'Why!!!... Why!... Why!!!'
• 'No, no, no, not there...!'
• 'Really...? Again... really...?!'
• 'You only weigh 12lb... how is so much possible...?'

Interestingly both dogs seem to have an uncommonly high poop to bodyweight ratio... AWESOME! 

Not...

And being the only one ever taking the dogs out... I have the unique privilege of singularly observing this phenomenon... I am so, so very lucky... And even better the little one has this special skill of shuffling along as he does his business... the single 'pick-up' gets to be four or five pick-ups... AWESOME!

Not...

So Puppying is Picking Up Prodigious Poop... again and again and again... The unhappy looking chap walking round with two happy and 'relieved' dogs, and numerous 'bags'... thats me that is...

Sólido Properties, picks-up after both tenants... and dogs... AWESOME!

Not...

Big White is AWESOME! Cos the people 8... Dobbi...

To his friends, close personal acquaintances, work colleagues, people he barely tolerates, and random people he meets, it is Dobbi... Being in my own special category, I have the privilege of calling him Mr. Shaxted... 

Dobbi is English (you know where the humour comes from... well the funny stuff anyway) and is a level 4... snow shoveler... not bad, however as you know snow shovelling is not an easy discipline, level 4 is really a beginner, Scott (with the attractive orange and green ensemble, shorts and running shoes) is a level 13... snow shoveler...

Scott is demonstrating the correct technique... "Dobbi... the shovel has to go under the snow... under, and you must bend the knees, hips and ankles... not like that, at the same time..."

"Pivot from the waist Dobbi, everything from the hips down must be still... turn it over, and keep the edge parallel with the snow... " ...Good old Scott, he does it for love...



Dobbi has a long path ahead of him, but he is getting there slowly. I am not sure he is ready for the next level, the mental discipline appears lacking... I keep trying to help - "Clear the drive Dobbi, clear the drive..." 
"er... no thanks, I am skiing again..." 

Okay, yes, skiing, so what if he is a level 4 instructor, it only goes up to level 4... snow shovelling... that is the key. It is not like skiing is a career... who does that?

Who would want to go out on a pristine, crystal blue day, perfect corduroy and carve some perfect turns...? 

Or powder...? When all that fluffy stuff just puffs up in front of you, man you can't even feel the snow... it's like floating... who wants to do that...? 

Right Lads. Today we are going to go up the mountain...
 and then er... down... again. Any questions?

Anyway the question of the day  -
'What is the collective term for a group of ski instructors?'

I have no idea... gaggle? Snow-riders...? Hmmm feels more like a group of snowboarders... ...they could be knuckle-draggers tho...

How about a Carver of instructors... eh?

And look here we have Mr. Shaxted (Dobbi to his friends) sticking his bum in the snow. Now I would normally think of something cutting and witty to say about this... but er... can't right now... I may get back to you.

Another shot of him not practicing his snow shovelling technique...

Would this be called Headging? Get it...? I combined his Head Skis with the extreme ski-edge he is on... good eh? What...? I can explain my wordplay if I want... Yes I can... YES... I can...



...Can.


What else? Oh yes, Big White got lots of powder again today look. That is me that is. True! But they must have photoshopped a different helmet... and ski poles... and jacket... oh and the goggles are different too... oh yes and they put me on a different part of the mountain and they obviously adjusted my stance... but definitely me.

Pitch - yes you can switch off now.
Sólido Properties owns, manages, rents properties at Big White; complains about tenants writes a crappy blog, drinks and gives away (less now) beer, and skis AWESOME! I mean, I have, AWESOME skis :)

Oh and next time... marketing... again... maybe.

Big White is AWESOME! Under Armo(d)ur

Not really.

But did you see the Under Armour latest advertisement? Yes it was filmed at Big White! How cool is that? Yes I know very cool! And you know who that snowboarder was? Yours Truly... has no idea either, but if you find out please email the knowledge to - idontgiveahoot@whatever.com

Video

I have been working hard on doing some marketing for Big White, I said to Michael J "Hey Mikey, dude... how have you been...?" Well I would of done if he was there... and would look at me... and liked me... and I didn't have that restraining order thingy. It was one minor incident, kind of... that broke the proverbial camels back... the other six incidents... yeah, not so much.

Anyway, marketing... I have come up with a brilliant new slogan for Big White this year! Yes, me, all by myself. Instead of 'It's the snow!' 

It took huge amounts of blood, sweat, and tears... and some recreational drugs also... to create...

'It's the (only) snow!' 

Now, you would think I could access some basic software that would allow me to photoshop the word 'Only' onto the graphic and get rid of the phone number. I would have done that... but you know the drugs thing... I ran out.

Brilliant! Don't you think? Cos you know, Big White has the only snow on the whole planet! True! Well, apart from the other ski resorts with snow.

Two blogs in a day...? That is Twice! I have not done twice in a day since... well probably my twenties anyway :)

Big White is AWESOME! Seasonal Staff & Beer to give away...

Mid Season Blues...
So here we are start of February and the mid season blues seem to have hit a few of my tenants.

I mentioned I occasionally bring tenants beer...? The good tenants... the ones that pay on time? Of course there is the occasional hiccup, when things happen beyond control... force majeure (French) in latin casus fortuitus... ooh Lummy Pie, big words there... Emergency dental work maybe... buying a new car... er... not so much.

Serious bit - bit boring really but... you know... You can look at this picture instead...

Owners have their beautiful property, proud of it, maybe they are not using it this year... maybe they will rent to seasonal staff - but you know, nice ones. Cos they have $100's of thousands invested - furnishings to electronics, artwork to appliances. They have mortgages to pay, strata, utilities, hot-tub maintenance, cable, internet... tons of stuff. So, they say to me, find some good tenants... okay, I will... maybe...

So I try. 
At the beginning it is all "we are the best tenants ever..." "we won't trash the place..." "we will pay our rent on time..." "we won't have parties..." "we are looking for a quiet place..." Really...? "Yes Mr. Pickles... we promise... :)"
"Do you have a reference from your last landlord?"
"Well, no... you see what happened... there was this party..."

So... half way through the season and we have got over some of the bigger celebrations...

• Aussie Day...!!! Yay...! Let's drink beer!
• New Year...!!! Yay...! Let's get drink champagne... and beer!
• Christmas...!!! Yay...! Let's get drink wine, beer and shots!
• Season has started...!!! Yay...! Let's get drunk!
• It has snowed...!!! Yay...! Ditto!
• First pay check...!!! Yay...! Let's go out, and drink beer!
• Got drunk... then got laid...!!! Yay...! Let's get drunk again...!
• It is my day off...!!! Yay...!
• Snowed again...
• Got paid...
• Snowed... got paid... got laid... and day off... and my STI cleared up... ditto, ditto... ditto.

So, back to beer... if my "we promise, we are really, really, really good..." tenants, break their promise... I don't give them beer. So...

• If you have one parking spot, but occupy four spots... No beer for you!
• If you punch a hole in the drywall...? No beer for you!
• If you are repeatedly late with your rent... No beer for you!
• If the owner receives a noise complaint... and again... and again... No beer for you!
• You have a party in the hot tub at 3am and keep the neighbours up... repeatedly... er... let me think... Yes...! No beer for you!
• You leave your garbage outside, and the ravens get at it... and you don't clean up...? I think that qualifies... No beer for you!
• You smoke in your apartment... "I don't smoke..." is not an excuse - Pot counts! No beer for you!
• You use your neighbours hot tub...? Without permission...? But you were drunk...? Oh well then... No beer for you!!!

Hey look... I have beer left over this month... woohoo!

Leaving Early...

Not cool. You made a commitment, signed a contract, committed yourself to your employer, room-mates and landlord/property owner. If you leave you create problems and extra work.

• So if you split with your boyfriend and met a new squeeze... not my problem.
• If you got a job in the mines in Australia... not my problem.
• If you decided to leave and go travelling to South America... not my problem.
• If your beau back home is missing you... awwww... so sad... not my problem.
• If your beau back home is running around with another guy/girl... you are probably better off... but not my problem...
• If you broke your leg... okay, not a bad excuse.
• If you got fired for repeatedly turning up late... not my problem.
• You have a bad hair cut...
• You ran out of money... really...? Then yes... still not my problem.

There, good, feel better now.

But... but... but Mr. Pickles... you said beer to give away...?
Yes I did... let me think about that... whilst I drink these...

Sólido Properties
owns, manages, leases property, deals with good and other types of tenants, believes their crappy stories and gives away less beer than usual... 

Okay... beer. If you read so far here is your chance. A bit of promo for Sólido, 'Like' Sólido on Facebook, and get your friends to 'Like' Sólido we will give you a beer. A lone, single, solitary, beer... can... empty... 

Big White is AWESOME! Sick...!

But who cares...? As long as it is not you... yes?

Yes I know but I was sick, man sick, yes... Man Sick! Whatever... 

So I was looking to do an interview with one of my buddies that live, here but since I don't have any... I interviewed myself. No it is true, I brought my assistant to the Bullwheel - Kassie, she does not drink much, even though she is Aussie... No she is not sick. She said to me that morning "I was gonna go riding, but I had a cup of tea instead, was good."

"Let's go for a beer." I said, "You can drink tea if you want..."
"I will have some hot water with lemon." ... 

"Okaaay..." not really knowing how to respond, but please, someone help - 'Wild Child! For god's sake somebody contain this woman!"

Anyway, interview.
Me. - "So Chris, you are an attractive guy, how do you handle it?"
Me. - "What..? What kind of dumb-ass question is that?

Me - "Well, thank you Chris, moving on I think, you wear the Big White bobble hat quite a lot, why is that?"
Me - "it hides my bald spot quite well. Is that your best question? No wonder you have four readers..."

Me - "Good answer... er... tell me something about yourself, something that few people know about..."
Me "Better... I have been shelled, shot at, mortared and I grassed up one of my best friend's... who then almost had me killed..."

Me - "Shelled...?
Me - "105 Howitzer I think, from the Serbs - the shell landed 40m away... shrapnel hit the vehicle in front of me... went through the engine block, gear box, into the cab, hitting the door and final falling to the ground... I kept the fragment - the 'bullet' with my name on it. Lost it now tho...

Me - "Grassed up your best friend...?"
Me - "To his dad... I agreed to bite the bullet. Two brothers, one said help... 'I can't do it' he said... 'okay' I agreed... it was drugs. He had druggy friends... with big sticks."

Me - "Okaaay. You are married and very happy? Where did you meet?
Me - "Tuzla, North East Bosnia, during the fall of Srebrenica. It was the middle of July, 40 degrees and the Serbs hit the village. We had 11,000 refugees arrive at the airbase, all women and children. It was chaos, we were drilling holes to search for water, women were giving birth... The world was watching... and 6000 men were executed... we were the UN... we did nothing..."

Me - "...I'm getting lost..."
Me - "...I still am..."

Me - "...Still?"
Me - "Yes... no... a bit..."

Me - "What do you love about your wife?"
Me - "Her mind... nothing else matters... the body is a bonus though :)"

Me - "Kids?
Me - "Yes two - kids are interesting, you realize that there are other people for whom you would die... and kill..."

Me - "Travel?"
Me - "Lots of places, ugly and pretty. Love New Zealand, Australia is okay, Europe is cultural and deep and oozes history but is crowded... USA is scary, very scary, Middle-East, not really; and the Baltic states, stunning landscapes and lots of history, but I have seen enough."

Me - "Where would you live? I mean, lets say you were ridiculously rich, unlimited funds. South of France, Monaco, Caribbean...?
Me - "Big White."

Me - "No, you are joking, c'mon be serious, unlimited funds anywhere man, where would you live?
Me - "Okay... If I had a choice I would want somewhere where my kids could walk to school, we spend enough time in cars so the school would have to be close. And the school would have to be good, not good as in producing a series of prime ministers but good as in giving the kids a happy and mentally challenging environment. I would live in a place that I could walk to restaurants, a place that was clean with fresh air. I would want a place that was not congested with traffic or millions of unknown people. A place that I could walk into any bar and know someone, someone who is not false, someone who choses their life. A place that I could pursue outdoor activities on a daily basis, a place I could take my dogs walking for hours and never see another soul. A place that I could call any number of people and say 'help' knowing the help would come. A place I don't have to worry about my kids, a place where they will get enough exercise, a place culturally diverse, a place that when I drive home my shoulders relax.

Me - "So...?
Me - "So... Big White... sorry"

Me - "What about stuff, possessions like er... a sports car? Don't you want a Porsche?
Me - "Yes. If I was rich I would have a Porsche... And live at Big White. I would also have a private jet, and still live at Big White."

Me - "What about a big fancy house?"
Me - "You know, I built The Edge, they were quite fancy. If I had unlimited funds I would probably build myself a nicer house, more gadgets, more stuff - tv's, stereos... maybe... tho I don't like tv... but... at Big White."

Me - "What about a career, you have an MBA..."
Me - "Yes I do... I did the MBA for me, for my mind. Yes at one point I thought I wanted more... corporate life... high pressure, responsibility, suits, expense accounts... I had it. I consulted for a hedge fund, I controlled the destiny of a 45 year old company, a $250m project, a legacy... I was told to kill the company "More profit Chris"... I said 'fuck you'... I saved the company... Hedge Fund? They tried to sue me - $30m and then $20m... get behind the queue... Besides, I once fell into the abyss, I couldn't push someone in... I don't have a career... I ski. The FBI said 'you could have made $35m...' And then what... go on the run for the rest of my life...? Where would I live...? Not Big White.

Me - "What next?"
Me - "I did my level one ski instructors course."

Me - "You are gonna teach people to ski...?"
Me - "Maybe... depends if they will have me or not... I'm gonna take my level two in March..."

Me - "But..."
Me - "What...? It's not my background? It's not building a $40m project...? It does not employ my MBA?

Me - "Well... yes..."
Me - "I do other stuff as well... ski instructing is not for the money... it is for fun... it is my Porsche...

Me - "Okay... I see. Other stuff...? Wink wink"
Me - "Yes, I write a crappy blog, about stuff... I make up..."

Big White is AWESOME! Cos the People 7… Gabe...

Unshaven… Wait… what…?

Gabe is my favourite person on the mountain… well, favourite named Gabe anyway. I am not sure if Gabe is an abbreviated version of the popular boys name - Gaberdine… who knows.

Anyway 'Gabe' mentioned that I had not bogged for a while… I said I went this morning… twice… not that it is any of your business "Blogged...! blogged…!"

Okay, okay, keep your gaberdine shirt on… 



So Gabe is quite handsome in that rugged Australian Outback kind of way… (less Crocodile Dundee more Koala Bear…) but you know what I mean.


And he is single… yes girls (or boys - he never indicated his preferences… but he lives with four other boys…) single… hmmm… girls girls… eh? Or boys boys… eh eh? (Just in case).

Kassie and I went down to drop beer off and he told me all about himself… 25, single, no kids, never married, devastatingly handsome (opinions vary) a skier, clean shaven, rugged good looks (yes I know I mentioned this bit but he kept telling me…), longish wavy hair… Gabe does not follow trends - as you can see he keeps his facial hair cleanly presented. Gabe prefers finger or paw food and has almost mastered the art of selecting the right sized leaf for consumption… almost… 

And he is a Cartographer for Lonely Planet! How cool is that!!! Yeah... I have no effin idea either… but it is a big word…

Me man… got no hole in wall… got beer!
(I promise there is no innuendo here)

One of the 'Boys' Gabe lives with is Cody… but he has to leave… as a landlord I am very easy going, mellow… good god man I even bring beer! (well to my good tenants anyway… what…? You never got beer? Do you have a hole in the wall…? Yes? No beer for you!)

But have you seen Cody's haircut? Yes? Okay you understand. Wait… just having a thought here, maybe the haircut is part of the culture of that lifestyle preference… maybe… Cos you know I told the boys I have a couple of girls that could replace Cody, and at least one is cute… (I have only seen one…) and they were like, er… well… I dunno… maybe… we have to ask the other boys… Oh… okaaay then.

I even tried to sell them Kassie... but no… they gave me that look, you know the one your wife gives you when she says nothing, but you know she is thinking 'dumb-ass… again…' 

I have mentioned Kassie before and look she is completely trained in handling Koala bears… and drinks that are bigger than her head… not sure what her friend is pawing tho… baby Big Birds maybe…?












Anyhoo… time for a pitch… Sólido Properties owns, manages, guarantees income, abuses tenants, facilitates drinking problems and er… you know other stuff as well… 

Big White is AWESOME! Random Musings and New Year 2013.

Happy New Year Everyone! 

I hope you all had fun and the residual hangovers are not too bad…
What did we do?
Wait… what… you don't want to know? Well I will tell you anyway...

We hosted a party for the older school kids - the plan was hockey at 7pm… Ha! Did you see the skating rink? It was PACKED! Yes, capitals for emphasis… But it was great to see everyone happy, smiling and having a nice time. What better way to start the evening than some outdoor activity? Alcohol was noticeable by it's absence… Awesome! For everyone in Happy Valley… thanks for making it a great atmosphere.

8pm came and Big White put on one of there famous firework shows… and the rink went from un-focusable animation (think flocking birds) to dead still… Perfect I thought, as I stole the puck and scored… yeah! So what if she was six…

This is my 14th season at Big White… 14 seasons… Yes! I can walk past Michael J, or Peter & Peter or Kate… and recognize them… actually I think they are all a bit deaf, I yell and yell "Hey, Hey!" And it is only when I stand right in front of them do they say "oh… hi… er…" And they are always really really busy, cos the next thing they always say is "…er… gotta go..." well… they have a ski resort to run don't they… 

Vibrant this season!

I don't know about everyone else but it seems busier this year.  I often meet people on the chairlift and sometimes discuss other ski resorts… I am a little embarrassed to admit, I don't go to many… but I have my reasons… 

I live on the mountain. 

I step out my door and I step into my skis. At the end of my skiing I ski to my door...  Click - ski, click - home... er... pretty easy. We went to Whistler for a ski competition (my son). Besides driving the 7 hours each way, we had to catch a bus from our accom to ski… we had to stand at a bus stop... to... ski! Ahhh!

Lift Lines

Yes, this week has seen some lift lines, New Years Eve and the Saturday after Christmas were particularly (relatively) busy. I am used to zero, so 10 minutes is f o r e v e r… but then I think ooh I could be on a bus… Ever been skiing in Europe…? Ski lift lines are a fact of life, 10 minute lift lines are a good day.

Easy.

Another busy day at Big White.

You don't need a vehicle here, everything is in walking distance… yes maybe Snowpines is a 10-20 minute jaunt but you very rarely hear people say "I need less exercise." And if you do 'need' less exercise... Big White provides a free shuttle… Easy.

Seasonal Staff - yes you guys!
Kudos to you! You escape from the world for a different life experience. You have one chance on the planet, yup one life. In twenty years none of you will look back and say "I wished I had stayed home…"

I respect that you take a break from the corporate life - at Big White you can find lawyers, doctors, physiotherapists, nurses, electricians, mechanics, plumbers, marketing execs… serving you coffee, or teaching you to ski, or finding you accommodation…  So as a visitor remember on balance the girl or guy serving you that glass of wine is educated, experienced and is world travelled… and they are taking a pay cut to do so, you are lucky… so be nice!


So you seasonal staff… You are AWESOME! ...Except Brad the electrician, he is just okay. No not the sparky Brad that lives with Brad, or the sparky Brad that works at Globe, the other sparky Brad - you know, giant Jazz Hand, Brad.






Snow. Best in BC!

It always snows, always. I competed in the army winter games in 1990 - Le Grand Bornand, France. In February of that year they had zero snow. No, not zero snow in February - zero snow for the season up to Feb when we left.

I skied in Austria (don't recall the resort) snow was guaranteed. Great! Yes, well, not so great, skiing in June at Big White is better… Yes, the Austrian resort was green with little paths of snow - that is not skiing, that is misrepresentation.

I am spoilt, I take the snow at Biggie for granted! 

Friendly, cosy, familiar.
I have met lots of first time visitors over the years. Regardless of their financial situation

they usually say the village is small... initially they almost seem disappointed… but, they come back… again… and again… and again. Why? Well, they have more quality time here… more time skiing, more time with family, less time driving, more time relaxed. 

And then they get to know people, the locals, the business owners the other families that visit… they walk into Beano's or Globe and see familiar faces, John or Jude or Al (the legend).

So they go home and they realize they had the best ski vacation ever… ever! Wife is happy, kids are happy, hubby is happy. And they also realize they got value for their dollar - from service, to accommodation to ski instruction… 

And the accommodation is (truly) world class (look ->) more skiing, more family time… it is a popular formula...

The pictures are of The Edge they are not bad eh? That window is 25' high… and that kitchen… yes IKEA, Ha! And IKEA used it in their marketing… well the IKEA kitchen installers did… well they stole a book with pictures of the kitchens. Close enough for me. And look at that toaster… yes, makes toast...

So they come back...

Okay okay, I am biased, I love Big White… but I have good reason too :)

So pitch again, if you got this far... you can switch off now…

Sólido Properties owns, manages, rents, and develops (pretty nice) real estate (when it is not broke anyway). Skis, drinks beer and loves Big White! 

Happy New Year!

Big White is AWESOME! Big White Ski School.

So I said to Michael J "Do you read my blog?"
"No, I don't read…" ah yes…

He finished the sentence with some other words... but I already had my quote...

So… Ski School.
It all started when I was in the army, Germany… Osnabruck to be precise. My roommate Daz (we have a lot of abbreviated names ending in Z in the army - Daz, Woz, Loz, Shez, Moz, Doz… it is not cos we are louts who cannot enunciate our words… it helps with security… yes it does… yes... it does).

Sorry, sidetracked. Daz was on the Regimental Alpine Ski Team. Every year the regiment sent a team of 8 to various ski resorts train and compete in the Army winter games. I wanted to be on the team…

Well who wouldn't - free accommodation, equipment (except boots and clothes), food, extra pay… And world class ski instruction - we had race instructors from the Austrian Alpine C' Team.

8 weeks… and you are paying me extra? Er… yes please captain. We stayed at Anne-Marie's house - perfect massive Austrian shot-putter, type woman - we loved her. She was a world champion sledder (more weight than aero-dynamic advantage me thinks… and yes apparently there is such a thing). 

Now, there was one slight obstacle… I had never been on snow… ever… Yes we had snow in Wigan, yes I made a sled out a truck's mud-guard, yes we went sledding (mud-guarding) at the old mine… Now if you are coming to the conclusion that I grew up poor you would be wrong… we couldn't afford to be poor, we were envious of all the poor kids and the stuff they had like clothes, food, heat and education…

Anyway I was not on the team… yet… a week before the teams departure, one guy dropped out. Instantly I marched to the (very busy) ski team officer's office… "Sir, I want to join the ski team."
He asked me one question and it was an important question (for me) "Have you ever skied before?"
"Yes Sir."
"Okay, you will need… da da da and da"
"No problem Sir."
"We leave on… da da"

And that was that, I was on the Regimental Alpine Ski Team. "Hey wait a minute, you have never skied…" Well… technically it was not a lie… and I was only asked one question… not how much… or what type… 

Lets go back in time a bit, 33 years… "When ah wuz a lad o' 12 (Lancashire accent here please… it's a bit like a Yorkshire accent but less expensive) grewin up wi art clothes an stuff…" I did two hours of grass skiing… 12 and on grass - a kind of tracked boot. So... not really a lie... more of an omission captain... - but army training - direct and to the point, Sir!

By the time Captain Harry (Haz - for security reasons…) found out, we were in Austria, and it was too late… "Just how much skiing have you done Sapper…?" 
"Er… well, you see sir…" Haz came from a wealthy upper class background… but I liked him anyway.

I fell in love with skiing, it was the only sport (bar squash) for which I had any passion - and that was day one! By the end of the first week I was claiming I was gonna crush my team-mates. And you know what? Yes! I failed... in epic style. But I was hooked. I crashed lots… Lots! My first pair of boots lasted exactly 6 days… but hooked!

And it was not like Big White where you step out your door, clip on your skis and go… No, our village (Fulpmes) was 40 mins drive from the bottom of the mountain, a 30 min line-up to get on the gondola, and then a 30 minute gondola ride to the ski area… Good god man, how long!? And the same going back (but in reverse - I know, I know, but there is a chance Paul is reading…) basically 5 hours of travel and 6 hours of skiing. And you wonder why I think Big White is Awesome?

It was quite nice tho

This is a pic I didn't take on a day I wasn't there.

Get on with it dude… 
Okay, Big White Ski School... It is AWESOME!

Wait… what…? You want more, but, I have written tons already…

Oh, okay… 

That was 25 years ago, when skis were straight, and long… Anyway when I arrived at BW I thought I could ski. I could, kinda. Yes I could get down the mountain, yes I could turn - parallel slide right, parallel slide left... and repeat… gud ah wer...

Bumps? No.
Powder? No.
Trees? No.
Center Balance? No.
Challenging terrain? No.
Flailing arms…? Yes, I could do those.

Groomed runs? Yes, I could slide those. And Big White provide those in abundance… actually it is the groomer guys… three cheers for them, woohoo! And er… sorry about my dog and… thanks for not 'grooming' him… we will take him to Pet Smart… 

So... I was supposed to have a meeting with the head of ski school - Josh Foster… Josh is a funny guy, he kept me waiting... and waiting... and waiting… after a hour and despite the fun laughing at the joke, I had to leave... Instead I spoke to Blake who is so much nicer than Josh. Unlike Josh I find Blake intelligent, articulate, erudite, far better looking and is occasionally naked… in bars people, in bars… what is wrong with you guys...

Ok - ski levels. 
Big White has 7, level 4 ski instructors. Do you know how long it takes to become level 4? FOREVER! Longer than a doctor! And the pay is way, way less. And even worse, you cannot self medicate… Boo! Luckily for me I did not become a doctor, or a ski instructor - instead I started a land development company… and lost everything… yay...

And level 3…? I have no idea… my research budget is not that high, most of the stuff I make up anyway. But Big White has a higher ratio of level 4 instructors than Whistler! (made that bit up too… not really, it is true).

But the point is Ski School game me so much mountain - and there are lots of instructors.

So, go take advantage of the highly qualified, highly experienced ski instructors at Big White - they don't do it to get rich, they do it because they love to ski…!

Is that good enough Michael? Can I have my pass back now?

Pitch-
Sólido Properties lives, owns, rents, manages property, ski (better now) and loves living at Big White. And for those looking for a place to stay this (2013/14) season… we have nothing left. But contact us anyway and we can provide personalized message telling you "not a chance..."

Big White is AWESOME! YUM! And Cos the people 6… Lakatie...

Official Sport of the Blarney Stone.

I played squash last night… did you know it is the new preferred sport of the Blarney Stone? True!

It used to be that Irish Sport (and no not Irish as in Paul Irish… smart Irish) Hurling… Yes, it is a famous sport… fourteen people play it… twice a decade… if it is sunny. Did you know it only rains twice a year in Ireland? Jan to June and July to December. True.

Actually one of the reasons Hurling is so difficult to play is the equipment… you have to be sober to create a stick - can you imagine cutting these angles drunk…?

And another interesting and lessor known fact - Hurling was invented by Lululemon…!


So Yum!

Invented by Lululemon.

I am in the Blarney Stone… wait... let me back up a little… bit more… further...

…Ok. Last night I played the Blarney Stone sport - Squash. I drove all the way to Penticton (in the snow) at dark-o-clock to play a match… two hours there, two hours back… all for a 5 game match. Well, five games if I had managed to win... or get a game... or two… it was a three game match… cos I got my ass-kicked 3-0…


Actually, last night, my shots were very accurate. This is a squash court… do you see the tin (it says Tin on it)? Well, the front wall covers an area of roughly 300 sq ft. The Tin  - 27 sq ft (ish). Well my accuracy was so good that I was able to consistently hit the tin... more than the front wall anyway… and a travel bonus, there was still 10 minutes of the day left when I got home.



Anyhoo… with squash being the best all-round, most physically demanding and mentally challenging (my blog, my opinion) sport in the world… I worked really really really hard... at having my ass kicked... really hard! This means I burned millions of calories, (two million actually) which needed to be replenished, therefore it is why I am at the Blarney Stone… eating breakfast - the most important meal of the day.

And the breakfast is YUM! Look at that - even with my iPhone pic it looks good!

My wife said bring home the leftovers… wait… what…? "You won't eat it all!" She was right… I had to leave that piece of bacon… look close… closer… top right hand corner of the plate (I know it is round), there you go.

Research...

And by the time I had finished, it was after twelve… somewhere... and being an Irish pub (Tavern) I thought it wouldn't be right if I passed on desert… Of course for research reasons only…

So yes, breakfast at the Blarney Stone is Yum!!! (Yes, triple emphasis - it is that good) and dare I say it… Big White good… Ka-pow(der)! Did you like that play on words Michael J? …No you can't use it.

But Captain…
What about the people?
Ah yes, thanks for reminding me.

Lakatie Nakia is a people… I think… (actually the correct spelling is Likadiaphant (but she does not know this yet)

Despite everything I am Lakatie's fourth favourite person on the mountain… named Chris… who is bald… with a beard… born on Christmas Day… Yes! Fourth! She said so herself! She also mentioned that she is accepting applications for people to become acquaintances - please contact Likatie if -

• Your name is Chris
• You are bald.
• You have a beard.
• Was born on Christmas day and…
• Live at Big White…

She is looking for three people.

Lakatie also has some isms… they are so cute you just want to chop her up into little pieces sometimes…

• On meeting my wife she opened the conversation with "… you are old…" Ha! Good one! Susan laughed until she cried… well, without any of the laughing bits.
• On seeing us for the first time this season she starts with "Hi… I didn't know you guys were still married…" Classic!

Yum…! Almost as good as breakfast.

For a while there were some ugly rumours circulating and recently it was confirmed - Lakatie is a Zombi (is that generic plural/masculine? Is singular feminine, zomba?) 

Regardless, photographic evidence has been secretly sourced… Stay away from Lakatie if you want to keep your brains on the unexposed and preferred side of your ear… 

Another Victim is Captured...

Off course I could be wrong… (I have know to be wrong, ask my (still current Lakatie) wife) Lakatie is studying Sex and Violence against women… so these pics could just be innocent academic research.

Anyway… next week we will be exploring the exotic life of a pebble… 

Sólido Properties owns, manages, rents, chases delinquent tenants, writes a crappy blog, makes stuff up for personal amusement and has great, but skis poorly, at Big White… And is Lakatie's fourth favourite… eh?