In the final days of my senior year of high school I turned the page of a travel magazine to discover an amazing picture of cascading mountains covered in glaciers and pine trees.  Growing up in Southern California I had never seen anything like it. In that moment I made a simple decision: I must go there.

After working all summer to save money, I quit my job, packed my bags, and set off to find the place I had been dreaming of.  I never did make it to the exact location in the magazine, but I did discover some amazing sights along the way. Whistler Mountain, in British Columbia, was one of them.

I still find it hard to believe that I hiked to this spot in shorts and sandals. But for  me, being seventeen and being practical rarely went together. All I knew is that I was going to see my first glacier and nothing was going to stop me. Sometimes this attitude got me into a bit of trouble- but more often it resulted in the types of experiences I still look back on with envy. This remains one of them.

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