After weeks of cooling food whenever it suited him, the legend known as frank was shown the door. RIP you fat bastard

Patty cakes getting his pump on while hank hanger is at fitness first

A couple jugs of honey lager in the morning has had medically proven health benifits. So as health conscious individuals myself and The.Big.Chief Jeff Purcell from Purcell Industries made our way down to the Longhorn for some early morning cleaners. After a few games of darts and pool who do we run into, but the one and only James Abbott, fresh from taking a group zip-lining down the mountain. Zip-lining? A crew strapped into harnesses, cruising down the mountain, down 6 or 7 wire-cables 100-200 metres long, high above the mountain, cutting through the canpoy and over ice rivers. Jumping onto the next crew to go, we followed Abbott up the mountain ready to bomb some cables.

The whole mountain was completely covered in white, snow covered the pine trees and ice covering the rivers. We’d done about about 3 or 4 cables before this Arctic Storm made its way over the mountain. It was -20 degress celsius before the storm, but now with a -35 windchill. Only with 2 pairs of socks and casual walkout shoes on my feet, I could feel frostbite setting in on my toes by the minute. With the drop in temperature the wire cables got pretty sticky and to make it to the end of the remaining cables, you needed a bit of weight and speed. Not so much for this little 50kg girl. She locked into the longest line of the day (about 200m) and as she hit the middle her speed slowed until she hit a complete halt - 50m above an ice river. Battling the elements, it was a cliff hanger type rescue as one of the guides pulled himself 100m over to her and dragged her back to the safety of the deck. A couple more lines and we were back down to the warmth of the Longhorn for a few more lagers and some rehab on our frostbite.

Thinking that all the excitement is over for the day, we receive a phone call to head straight to the hospital. Hoddy had been boarding up the mountain, hit this box, came unstuck and blew his elbow apart. Collecting the trooper, he was in high spirits about the days events - probably due to the morphine the nurses pumped into him. Huge day on the mountain. Tick.

Some guy turned 25 so we marked the day with Cuban Cigars, Nicaraguan rum and and Texas poker in the snow. As hours went by, our deck got some good cover and an enthusiastic Hoddinott was strapping, in bombing the stairs.

Fluffy frothy snow absolutely bucketing down this morning. The first solid dump had everyone running around the yard in pagamias and fresh snowballs being launched from all angles.

Another day flat out doing admin and Lebron James imitations.

Early snowfall in Whistler. Super excited, pretty damn happy.

The wait before the mountain opens is a pretty boring time during the day. Too cold for normal activities and not enough snow for winter activities. So to while away half a day, Hoddy and I made the 2.5 hour trek to the snowline up the mountain, equipped with inappropriate footwear, insufficient warm clothing, popcorn and a bottle of Fireball whisky that tastes like a spiced hot-cross bun on steroids.

Still in Autumn and days away from a solid snow fall, Whistler produces some epic afternoon colours.