Another day, another dollar, another priceless Whistler Blackcomb sunset.
Without a cloud in the sky, the mountains on the horizon are engulfed by an indescribable sheet of pink and purple. Like a steppingstone towards the crystal clear velvet sky of night, the transition is smooth and tranquil. I could be gazing at a piece of art, a pastel coloured canvas.
It’s yet another unique and breathtaking finish to the day that was on Whistler Blackcomb. It’s yet another pinch to ensure that this is, in fact, reality.
Until next time,