Nonsensical chatter and laughter reverberate throughout the suspended Plexiglass cabin, turning our mountain descent into a sky-high giggle fest. While my mum and daughter Brooklyn swap puns, my thoughts drift to the last time I rode the Whistler Village Gondola – almost a decade ago. Hopping up from my seat, I announce, “We should be keeping watch for ....” Momentary pause for dramatic effect. “Bears!” I shout, wildly pointing to the mum and cub grazing on berries directly below us, in almost the exact location where I saw a bear years ago. While I found the dual sighting surreal, more than 50 black bears roam Whistler Blackcomb; thus, glimpsing the beautiful beasts is a common treat in the summer and fall.
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