How can a place so sprawling and immense also be so intensely spiritual? Call it the Whistler dichotomy. Or, like one writer, call it home and you’ll understand.
The summit of Whistler Mountain is a windswept, snow-hammered place. Known as the Peak, its treeless heights are reached by a fast quad lift that vaults sharply up a sheer face before shooting skiers and boarders onto the mountain’s crest. From here, a skier’s goat path leads to West Cirque.