Boleyns, Bikes, & Babes

For our second annual women's book club retreat, we packed our bags, racked our bikes and trekked up north to the wonderful land of Canadia (eh?) in search of a little intellectual book talk, some sweet mountain biking trails, and a bit of self-indulgent chick-flick watching, nail-painting, gluttonous napping, needless snacking, wreckless dancing, girly kind of weekend.

And we accomplished just that.

We began our estrogen weekend by watching (and by "watching" I mean, constantly interrupting the movie to point out how it was wrong-I mean-different from the book) The Other Boley Girl. This was actually a great way to get our book talk going. But it had been a long drive and the evening soon caught up with us and we were off to bed.

Saturday followed with a morning of uninhibited sleeping in and good eats. After breakfast we suited up and hit the trails. Now, in my humble opinion, one of the best things about Whistler is that it has so many practice parks. Theses are basically small areas dedicated to man-made obsticles that require skill, balance, & sometimes (usually) guts. What you'll find in a practice park ranges from teeter-totters and ladders to narrow logs and drops. At home, the only way to practice obsticle like these is to ride the trail over and over (and over...). And if you've ever had to climb Galbraith mountain, you know it's something you want to limit to once a day. So having so many fun challenges right at your fingertips...heaven!

After several runs through a couple different parks, we finally hit the trails. Our first trail was a technical up hill trail. (Wait for it...wait for it...) Booo! That's hard work man! Fortunately we all made it and earned a snack and a breather. After the photo opp, it was time for the fun: heading back down! We came away with a few bruises, a bit of healthy dirt, and a couple spills, but all in all - it was a great ride.

Back at the condo we promptly maowed (yes, maowed) our way through thousands of calories for lunch, then promptly vegged out through two movies back-to-back. (Insert naps, showers, and nail-painting here.) So. Much. Awesome.

We decided to cap off our night (and weekend) with a little dancin' at one of the Whistler Village clubs. I wouldn't say it was exactly a hoppin' joint, but we made it work. The DJ was pretty good and even played our requests. I'll just say when "You Spin Me Right Round" came on, I was a happy camper.

Fun times women. I can hardly wait to do it next year. :)