Harry looking out from the top of Whistler Mountain

This week in #WhisLife, Harry finally makes it up Whistler mountain. Despite his lack of skis or a snowboard, a hike up to the Peak puts things into perspective, as he takes in the vast expanse of the mountains.

A blue-sky day in Whistler and we’ve made it up the mountain. My friend and I nabbed sightseeing passes, no skis or board for us – we’re hiking today.

The gondola took us up through two stations. I looked back as we slowly rose up and became part of the mountain I’d been straining to see from below.

Stepping into the sun on Whistler Mountain gave me the biggest goofy grin. Snow carpeted everything. When looking up from town I could only see one section of the mountain range, from up here the endless peaks look like sharp white teeth in a dark forest jawline – I felt the immensity of where I was.

Whistler mountains is host to 360 degrees of amazing views.

I watched a constant stream of colourful jackets zip down. They looked like rainbow sprinkles atop ice cream snow. This is what my Instagram fuelled mind had imagined Whistler to be like.

The skiers and boarders move every direction as my friend and I dodge and weave on foot. We see a hut up and away from the action so we hike. We pass avalanche safety lessons and mountain photography training sessions and continue up beyond the people. The path wraps up toward the very peak of Whistler, taking us to the backside and giving us a different view of untouched snow.

I mind rode every ridge and powder puff. Making little swishing noises I imagined possible carve lines and picked out routes. It was mind torture, but so worth it.

Harry Patchett's adventure on Whistler mountain.

Apart from two guys hiking to ski there was no one else. It was a spacey and abandoned feeling – the tranquility here is a ravaged one.

We walked up to the very peak. There we lay down a jacket, sat on the rocky pinnacle and took in food, wine and the view. I could see the village and the lakes below. There is a stretching valley that splits the mountains running off into the distance. It made me feel small. This doesn’t happen that often at 6’4, but here I was just another coloured jacket enjoying life on the mountain.

Brittia Thompson