Mathew's Traverse Road
After taking the Peak Express chairlift, one arrives at the top of Whistler Mountain, just over 7000' elevation. Looking to the east gets you this view.
Having poo-poohed the kevlar-clad bike dudes lower down the mountain, I was quietly jealous at this point of them. The notion of freewheeling down a 7000' mountain was suddenly appealing, despite the obvious risk of death by any number of means.
There is something quite rewarding about self-propelled travelling. By this, I include walking, cycling, kayaking, skiing and possibly sailing (never been wholly convinced by the latter). Cycling has the distinct advantage of being faster and easier downhill.
And self-propelled travel through beautiful scenery has a highly beneficial effect on the soul. Particularly when it is peaceful and the climate is non-hostile.
The pinnacle of such travel, to me, is big hills. The drama, the views, the wildness. And the ever-present risk to life and limb. I love these places but I respect them too. I've had a few minor hairy times on big hills and the higher you go, the bigger the risk.
Must admit that amidst the tourist hordes, I didn't find a Zen-like inner peace up here. But the views were spectacular.