Breaking their fall travel tradition once again, the Paloozians make their way up north to ski, drive snowmobiles, ride bobsleds and down a startling array of fried foods, cooked meats and icy cold drinks. Historical note: This Palooza actually took place in Feb 2025, but it was technically our “2024” event. Why, you ask? Well, just because.

Paloozians arrive from Denver, Seattle, Los Angeles and Orange County this year. Here’s Clemmie getting ready for the long road trip from Seattle to Whistler, along with his trusty bag of Halos.

Shockingly, Al nods off within minutes of departing from Seattle. The absolute personification of the word “vigor”.

Milo tears both rotator cuffs trying to lift a Paloozian ski bag before packing that bad boy into our SUV for the cramped ride from Vancouver to Whistler.

The Paloozians catch their first view of the largest ski resort in North America as they roll into town. Wait a minute—it’s raining?!?

The Seattle crew wisely skips grocery shopping and instead opts for visiting the first brewery they could manage to sniff out. Shortly thereafter, the Vancouver crew rolls into town and Palooza #28 is officially in motion.

Like father, like son. Curiously, the Levines use an exclusive mix of killer bee’s wax and the dried blood of a baby albino rhinoceros to prep their gloves. Welcome to the Palooza, Lane!!

After checking into the acclaimed Legends Hotel, the Paloozians cruise over to the best pizza place in town. Apparently Christmas goes all yearlong up in the great white north.

The Paloozians make there way over to Creekside for some delicious wood-fired Italian delicacies and refreshing beverages. Game on!

Seanie gets up at the crack of dawn in a valiant mission to ensure his innards are performing on schedule. Meanwhile, the rest of the CA Paloozians are the beneficiaries of his morning stroll to get Tim Horton’s coffee and a tasty sampling of Timbits.

Awakened by the arresting scent of freshly baked Timbits and Sean’s suddenly clean innards, Bill hits the living room to lead the Paloozians in a woke display of mindfulness and a prayer of thanks to Jesus (not that one—Jesus Martinez, the sales clerk at Tim Horton’s).

Milo is relieved to finally get some fresh air and snap a few beauty pics before heading out onto the slopes.

Al and Milo get themselves all buckled up at the ski rental shop, ready for a day on the slopes of Whistler Mountain.

The Colorado group splinters off quickly to begin exploring the terrain. The conditions are brutal—fog, rain/sleet and icy skiing conditions make for a challenging first day.

Meanwhile the rest of the Paloozians jump into the gondola right outside of their hotel to snag the first tracks of the day.

Craig is looking a bit miffed with the springlike conditions, icy slopes and the fact that the rental facility has outfitted him with a converted bowling ball as a helmet.

The Colorado boys quickly head over to Blackcomb in search of better snow but they too find the conditions a bit strange.

The largest ski resort in North America, Whistler is so big that parts of it look like some other resort that’s miles away. One run from the top to the base is 7 miles long.

Web takes a selfie with the fogged out valley below while on his way up for another run on the Whistler side.

The well-known logo of the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympic Games stands high atop Whistler/Blackcomb. A truly epic shot from our very own Mr Clean.

Clem got this outstanding shot looking down at one of the gondolas. If you look really closely, you can see Sean in the middle of a 3-mile hike with his snowboard.

There’s nothing like seeing this while you’re riding on the world’s tallest suspension gondola.

After tearing up the hill on skis, Milo takes a minute to catch his breath and head into the Peak2Peak lodge for some snacks and a cider.

The already exhausted Paloozians take a short break in the lodge to wolf down some cold brews and chips & guacamole.

Finally succumbing to the frequent recommendations of the server, Sean and Craig order a bowl of the Venison Chili. One of the better decisions of the weekend.

After lunch, the California team makes their way back up to the top of the hill and in the face of a sleet-spitting fog bank.

The Paloozians are ready to rock after lunch but the fog is playing tricks with their vision, which leads to a series of legendary Paloozian foibles.

Standing safely on the edge of an invisible 6-foot drop, Al makes little effort to warn his fellow Paloozians as they cascade over the edge and wipe out. Here’s Craig digging his way out.

And here’s Milo wondering where that very same 6 foot drop just came from as he tries to pull the backs of his skis out of the snow. Hey, thanks for the warning, Al!

Milo, Brad and Al take a break to admire the awesome view and subliminally let you know of their favorite movie rating. Excellent work, lads.

From high up, the Paloozians are well above the fog level, which is now settling in below.

The fog claims another victim when Brad hits an impossible-to-see double jump and catches a ski to the ribs. Let’s just say the ski won. But like a boss, he skis out the day and even joins the boys for some apres brews at Dusty’s.

After a solid first day on the slopes, the Paloozians make their way to Brickworks at Whistler Village to grab some dinner and rehash the day’s many festivities.

After all the Paloozians place their orders, Clem simply insists on collecting all the menus. What a guy.

The Paloozians pause within their natural environment to commemorate the moment at Brickworks.

Sean asks his Paloozian roomies where he should store his colostomy bag. Obviously it goes in the fridge next to the Irish cream.

Day three kicks off with a little breakfast at the Longhorn Cafe. Bill is looking pretty damn serious about getting that extra side of sausage.

While the CO boys hit the slopes again, the CA crew take in some high-country snowmobiling. Here they are getting some refresher lessons before heading out.

Brad gets a shot of the boys lined up and ready to watch Milo do a bunch of crazy shit whenever the guide isn’t watching.

At the top of the mountain, the Paloozians take turns riding their rigs down a steep angle to let it rip on the frozen lake below.

Brad and his broken ribs take his snowmobile over the edge and down onto the icy surface below.

Sean goes against his better instincts and agrees to take his snowmobile over the edge. Good news—he survives.

From left to right, Sean, Bill, Craig, Al, Brad and Milo line up on top of the frozen alpine lake.

This little guy at the snowmobile shack has plenty of energy and was in no way willing to let go of that red toy.

Meanwhile, the other four Paloozians are busy celebrating Pride Week during their second day on the slopes. Such an inspiring display of rainbow solidarity.

It’s hard to believe that the Colorado Paloozians stop skiing long enough to scratch out the P on this sign, but ya gotta give them credit on a job well done.

Having secured the lucrative Teletubbies Ski Team sponsorship deal, the CO Paloozians head to the top of the mountain to celebrate their good fortune in style.

The CA Paloozians finish up their snowmobiling and make their way back to Whistler Village with their sites set on checking out one of the local bars for some cold brews.

With a few hours to spare before risking their spines on the Olympic bobsled, the CO Paloozians grab some liquid courage at Dublin Gate Pub.

Of course, nothing helps wash down those beers like a hearty bowl of nachos with a side of french fries.

Meanwhile back on the mountain, Lane stares into a Canadian abyss and wonders whether or not he’s going to get a decent meal on this trip.

After downing a few beers each, the Paloozians spend the next half hour in a state of abject terror as the bobsled folks take one look at us and try extra hard to get us to reconsider.

The bus driver up to the top of the bobsled track wants to make sure we understood that this ride will in fact “scare the shit out of you”. Excellent bedside manner.

With his neck brace fully secured, this is the exact moment when Sean begins to really questions his life decisions. But he bravely soldiers on and even goes on to finish first for the day.

The bobsled track in Whistler is the same one used during the 2010 Vancouver Olympics. It is about 15 seconds of “Oh, this isn’t so bad” and 26 seconds of “Holy &%*#, get me off of this thing”.

The long up-hill stretch helps slow down the bobsleds before the brakes need to kick in. Our sleds required lots of breaking.

Sean and Milo try to extract themselves from their compact black sled after securing the best time of the day. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t note that Brad and Craig actually clocked the fastest speed of 77 mph. And I hate to be remiss.

The boys stand atop the leaderboard after surviving something they undoubtedly will never do again. Six chiropractic appointments are scheduled moments later.

Everywhere you look, this area is beautiful. It’s like somebody built a ski resort in the middle of Yosemite.

The well-traveled Mr Weber turns his fellow Paloozians onto the delicious flavor stylings of real Cuban rum (which you can fortunately get in Canada).

Finally back at the ranch, the Paloozians decide to crack open the Flugels that were so graciously secured by B-Luv through his many contacts in the Amsterdam underworld.

Undoubtedly wanting to secure a new LinkedIn profile shot, Michael downs the sweet red nectar that is Flugel and has the nose cap to prove it.

In a matter of minutes, roughly 40 Flugels meet their demise at the hands of the thirsty young Paloozians.

After a failed search for dinner options, the Paloozians convince the fine folks at Nita Lake Lodge to open up a private dining room for them.

Our nervous waiter delivers Sean’s order of wings with a side of “ranch dressing” right into his lap. It was quite the load.

Clem awaits his half-caf, quad-shot, ristretto, extra-wet oat milk latte with one pump of sugar-free vanilla, and a drizzle of white mocha on the bottom only. His fancy new espresso machine has absolutely ruined him.

Three Paloozians unwittingly wait for their coffee drinks next to The Unabomber.

Milo hates snakes, earthquakes and heights. So taking the world’s highest ski lift at 1,472 feet above the valley floor requires closed eyes and 11 minutes of praying to his snowboard god. Good news, folks—he survives.

Just cover your eyes, Milo. Nothing to see here.

Saturday ushers in some bluebird skies and plenty of bumped-filled terrain for the spry young Paloozians.

There might not be a ski resort in the world with better views than Whistler/Blackcomb.

While the boys are busy carving up Blackcomb, Brad takes in some rest and recovery…and a couple of frosty, cold Mooseheads.

Like Brad, Uncle Seanie takes the day to recover from his hike across Whistler mountain by diving into some delicious ramen and then hiking across Whistler Village.

Everyone keeps saying the pope is not in great shape, but he seems to be in high spirits on the slopes today.

Craig takes on an icy patch of steep bumps and let’s just say the icy patch wins. Special thanks to Lane for cutting a likely hourlong ski retrieval sesh down to just 20 minutes.

The boys take a break at the top to admire the amazing view and plan their route to ski all seven miles of the famed Peak-To-Creek run. Giddy up!

With their day on the slopes complete, the boys head back over to Whistler Village for some beers and cocktails around a roaring fire as they fight off the wintery cold.

Sean savors his manhattan along with the perfect photographic combination of fire and ice.

Paloozian rookie Lane “The Navigator” Levine settles in for yet another round of fried foods and sophomoric humor. This is likely the night he made a solemn vow never to return.

Before departing Whistler, the Paloozians stop off at the mind-blowing Purebread Bakery. Craig and Milo seriously consider getting 1 of everything.

Only the Paloozians can manage to find a place for lunch called “The Flying Beaver” to close things out before hitting the airport.

So long from Canada and Colopalooza #28