Thirteen days in spring-like Vancouver made the winter part of the Winter Olympics seem a bit abstract. When people are wearing shorts around town, you feel like a bit of a knob in your fleece and ski jacket. (In my defense, it’s chilly inside the Richmond Oval, and Mom told me to keep warm.)
But here in Whistler—my assignment for the rest of the Games—the day dawned with a fresh blanket of the white stuff. It’s still more late-spring, than winter wonderland (1 degree and a bit goopey) but I’ll take it.
It’s the kind of conditions that the Canadian cross-country skiers have been waiting for. They figure the course will favour their grinding style as the 4×10 km men’s relay gets underway in five minutes.
This is probably Canada’s best hope for a medal. Should be fun.