WHISTLER

There’s something special about Whistler in late March — the pace softens, the crowds fade, and the mountains feel like they’re yours again.

The trip began in Vancouver with take-out sushi — the perfect start before heading north on the Sea-to-Sky Highway. The drive itself is worth lingering over: deep coastal blues, snow-dusted peaks, and impromptu stops at waterfalls that catch the light just right. It’s a route that reminds you to slow down — not because you have to, but because you want to.

By the time we reached Whistler, the rhythm had already shifted. The Four Seasons Resort Whistler was calm, service understated, and the air fresh with snow still clinging to the mountains. Days were spent skiing with no lift lines, just open runs and wide views. When we weren’t on the slopes, we were by the pool, alternating between the outdoor barrel saunas and the mountain air — the perfect way to recover from the morning’s climbs.

Evenings were simple and well-paced: dinner in town, a quiet glass of wine by the fire, or a walk through the village under soft snow. Late March offers that rare balance — the best of winter without the frenzy, the warmth of spring without the melt.

Whistler at this time of year is a reminder that luxury isn’t always about more — sometimes, it’s about space, silence, and the kind of access that can’t be scheduled.