Honeymoon

Rachel's wedding blogging inspired me to write about the stuff I never got to before. I'm gonna post some (read:1,000) honeymoon pictures for your viewing pleasure. Josh and I just looked through them all, and I suddenly want to plan a getaway where we can spend gobs of money without worrying about it...unfortunately, now that we're married, that money has to come from somewhere. And it seems sort of silly to "get away from it all" when it's just Josh and me and I don't want to get away from him. Moral of this story is our honeymoon rocked. Joshua was resourceful and wonderful and fulfilled my two requirements 1) Long (7 days) and 2) Foreign country (Canada counts cause the signs are in French, too).


Here we're preparing to cross the border and Josh was so nervous he about had a heart attack. We had absolutely no idea how the liters to gallon thing worked and the Canadian pumps didn't have the auto fill thing so we had to estimate how much gas to put in the Tahoe.



Everything worked perfectly checking into our hotel (after we sorted out the booking for the wrong week...) and we had such a fun time wandering around Whistler. They were so prepared for the Olympics.



We spent the first three days trying to decide if it was worth $90 to take the "Peak to Peak" gondola ride. Essentially the ride goes up one mountain and down the other, with the worlds longest unsupported gondola ride between the two mountain peaks. Everyone we talked to said it was fantastic, but it was painful to think about spending the $90 on the "experience". By some miracle on our second to last day an older couple randomly asked us if we wanted to go on the ride. Apparently they bought tickets but didn't have time to do the whole thing before they left, so we got to play Kenneth and Judy Olgstreth for the day. Terrifying pictures of the ride are below.



We had to take two different rides to the top of the first mountain, one about halfway, and the other to the very top. This is where we got pictures with the Vancouver Olympics man. We were too lazy to wait in a tourist line so they're sort of far away.





This is the only picture I was brave enough to take on the actual peak to peak ordeal. It was mildly terrifying being so high in the air.



Sick of staring in the sun so we took pictures with our eyes closed. And that tennis shoe picture is just to show that I'm growing up; it's about comfort, not cuteness.



This one Josh likes but I find terrible. Anyway, on our way out of Whistler we got stuck on this bridge for around 80 minutes to get into Vancouver to leave Canada. This is another one of those times where we were highly anxious because the car had barely less than a 1/2 tank of gas and we were worried it w0uld run out. It didn't, and we made it back safely.

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