Baby it hurts…Riding the Sunday WAVE loving this town.


Sing it…”BABY IT HURTS TO LOVE YOU…ya, ya, ya….”

Riding the WAVE to work while my hot chocolate is sitting at home beside the fish tank beside the door.

35cm yesterday, another 10cm or more overnight, grey bird morning, high cloud, tourists heading home, and I’m here – waiting, riding, knowing I won’t be skiing today with the other 20 locals on the Number 1 with boards and helmets and tired eyes.  Baby, it hurts.

Sun’s coming up over Whistler Blackcomb, bus is pulling into the village…it hurts to love you.

*Soundtrack courtesy of The Philosopher Kings


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