Rain, Rain, go away, come again....when it's Winter, dammit!

You guessed it, it's still raining in Whistler.

Hopefully this is an omen that the gods of snow plan to send legendary amounts of fluffy white vomit puking down on this burlacious resort all winter, covering the sickest lines on the hill with epic freshies so that we may lace up our "gnar boots" and shred the burly, brah.

But we'll be doing snow dances anyway...the snow gods are fickle.

Sorry, just trying to get the feel for this ski town lingo. You'll understand, eh?

Cheers!