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Air, cleansed by regular Pacific rain and billions of leafy filters, rushes into your lungs, stimulating each nerve from the inside. You'll need every one of them at attention before you charge headlong down Whistler's powdery slopes or start the grueling climb up the rocky face of the Chief. Never backed down from a challenge before, shouldn't start now.
You take the reins in Calgary and head into the Badlands under a blazing Western sun. A capable horse leads you through the Martian landscape of striped sandstone hoodoos. You trace your fingers over the bony silhouettes of ancient reptiles stamped into the cliffs. The past speaks through your hands.
Back in Vancouver, glossy towers gleam – beacons for authentic sushi and the latest trends from the Far East. Not an unfit creature in sight at the beach or in the park. All muscle, no hustle. Wish you could lie here forever, squinting at the sun, imagining fluffy clouds into animal shapes while cool waves lick the sand from your toes.
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