Vancouver is a cosmopolitan city of glass skyscrapers, galleries and great restaurants – but it’s also the perfect place for true relaxation. You can see the mountains from the street and be among them in minutes. It’s ringed by water and scattered with urban forest, with seemingly endless shorelines that mingle with snow-dusted peaks.
In winter, this topography really pays off: snowshoeing after lunch or dinner; skiing right on the doorstep at Grouse or Cypress Mountain; and, throughout the province, a full scene of 13 destination ski resorts. Keep going north in British Columbia and, in that vast wilderness under black skies, you’ve got a real chance at spotting the aurora borealis.
From Vancouver, Highway 99 – aka the Sea-to-Sky Highway Route – links the city to Whistler through the Coast Mountains, skirting tight bays and sheer granite, with the snowline drawing closer at every bend. Squamish is roughly the midway point and the head of Howe Sound, a massive 42-kilometre-long glacial fjord that stretches out to the Salish Sea – waters that, since time immemorial, have sustained and connected the Coast Salish First Nations peoples.
The Sea to Sky Gondola transports me from tideline to cloud canopy in minutes. At the top, peaceful walking paths and the 100-metre Sky Pilot Suspension Bridge allow me to combine the views with some movement. A steaming hot chocolate in hand, I pause on the deck of the Summit Lodge, letting the breeze in the branches and the rugged Tantalus Range work their magic on my soul.
Just 45 minutes further north, I arrive in Whistler, Canada’s best-known alpine village where the menu of activities is as big as the mountains – long groomers and big bowls for the skiers, ziplining through old growth and even a thrilling bobsleigh run, plus a rich après scene known for firelit rooms, seasonal Pacific Northwest food and local wines.
Before I chase any of it, I go quiet at Scandinave Spa, tucked in the forest just a few minutes from the village. Phone-free and silent, I change into a robe and follow the thermal circuit – sauna, eucalyptus steam, a soak in a hot pool, then the quick shock of a cold plunge – before taking a break by the fire, and then repeating. When I step back outside, my clock has been officially reset to nature’s time.