After an unsuccessful attempt at bump-starting Raddie’s bike, the three of us rolled out mid-day on Saturday on our way to Whistler. The long way. Vancouver to Hope, to Lytton, to Ashcroft, Cache Creek, Pemberton, Whistler, and back to Vancouver. Saw a ton of other bikes on the road, took in some drag racing outside of Ashcroft, rolled by a black bear mid-way through the Duffy Lake road, crashed in Whistler for the night. Woke up Sunday, had a hearty breaky in Whistler, and headed down the sea-to-sky and hiked the Chief in Squamish. Parkoured our way down the trail at the Chief, and headed over to meet up with the girls on Bowyer Island for an ocean swim, sunset hike, a few beers and some turkey tacos. Home first thing Monday. That is what I call maximizing your weekend.