Bret asked if I knew how to get there, and I said, yeah, I had a map. I didn't think that the map wouldn't really have enough information on it to get there. We left and got stuck in traffic; I then proceeded as if we were going to Whistler instead of Big White, and even then the slow way. Why did I go through the peace arch? We quickly realized we were not going the right way. Our attempts to correct this included taking a freeway exit that ended in a dead end. Our request for help to a kid waiting at a bus stop ended up with Bret rolling up the window before I could mock the kid for his uselessness. Who knew that Bret was the protector of the innocent? After circumnavigating Vancouver we stopped at a gas station and asked how go get to Big White and showed the guy our map, his response was:


"You might as well ask a donkey, eh. I don't know aboot the interior."


He then helped us find the road we were looking for, his instructions included “Make sure you are on the right side of the Labatts brewery.” Go Canada!
Bret decided that the map I downloaded was a lot like the map that Homer Simpson got off the back of Krusty the clown cereal and then used to navigate the country. Maybe that would work back in the states, but not in Canada. The map was thus deemed the Krusty map. Bret eventually bought a real map, which helped a lot. The worst thing was that once we found our route we were pretty happy and thought it would be quick and simple now. Then the snow started, and didn’t stop. At one point there was a good foot on the ground. I was sure that we would get to the mountain and there would be no new snow just to make the whole thing worse. But luckily we got new snow. The whole way home was snowing as well. Rough driving, we were mostly entertained by randomly repeating "You might as well ask a donkey, eh, I don't know aboot the interior."
10 hours to get there.
7 hours to get home.