This past weekend I ventured with my husband and another couple a few hours north into Whistler. Now if you didn’t go to visit the link, Whistler is a very cool ski resort with a bustling center village and a hopping nightife. This early in the year there wasn’t any snow, but the dirt bike runs are up and we enjoyed several long moments of watching the jumps and tricks from the patio of our swanky hotel room.
It was my dear friend Stephanie’s birthday and the plan was to consume large amounts of alcohol- enough to forget how much fun we had. I’m proud to say we succeeded. We didn’t forget everything though…
After a so-so dinner at Earl’s, we made our way back to our rooms to get ready to go out for the night. And by get ready I mean consume large amounts of alcohol that we’d purchased to save us money overall. I don’t know how many shots of Jagermeister I had, but it was a lot. Plus the raspberry vodka (yum) and diet 7-up (yum).
We staggered our way to the club where they, thankfully, let us in and we proceeded to party it up. There was more consumption of alcohol, of course, and lots and lots of dancing and giggling and carrying on.
The excitement of the night however, had nothing to do with the drinking and the dancing. It was the walk back to the hotel. We’re cruising along, swerving from side to side, laughing obnoxiously and really not being quiet in the slightest. We start to walk up the stairs to walk between some buildings as our hotel was on the other side. We get about two stairs up when Derek puts his arms out to the sides and goes, “Whoa…. let’s go the other way, guys.” I peer around him and not twenty feet in front of us is a full grown black bear. Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I was so drunk I wanted to take his picture, but thankfully the remembrance of the flash and how pissed off that might make a bear prevailed, so I have no evidence of this.
We backed up slowly and went to walk around the other side where we ran into security. We told him about the bear and then decided to follow him and the cops that were looking for the bear. Hey, they had guns. A few minutes later we see a cop shining a flashlight into the shrubs just across the freaking path from where we are and we see the bear go lumbering slowly across. Yikes! We get to where our hotel is in sight and we hustle our way to the entrance, warning everybody we encounter along the way about the existence of our bear. They of course, looked at us like we were drunk idiots and kept going. Maybe the bear ate one of them.
As we were sitting outside of the hotel entrance we saw a flash and heard a shot. Tranquilizer guns. Stephanie and I look at each other and we both thought the same thing. Let’s go see if they got him! The boys, ever chivalrous, decided to stay under the safety of the hotel awning and let us die if that was our choice. Kind of them, really. We giggled and laughed and snuck our way back down to where we saw the cops with the flashlights and we asked, “Did you get the bear?” The guy just looked at us and said, “No, he’s still out there. It would probably be a good idea if you guys went somewhere else.” Sad. But we did.
Back in the safety of our 8th floor hotel rooms, we heard another shot and we figure they probably got him the 2nd time around, but of course we have no way of knowing for sure.
I so could have been bear food. What if he had turned around as we came up the stairs behind him and decided that on his search for food we looked meaty enough? Sheesh. I hope never to be that close to a bear again- at least not with some bars between us this time. I have to say though, it makes a damn cool story!