Whistler Blackcomb has gained a reputation over the last five decades (they turn 50 this winter) of turning things up to 11. This huge ski resort (8,171 acres) does have a surprisingly mellow, quiet side to it if you know where to look—except no one seems to be looking for it. This is, after all, Whistler, mate. Suck it up. You can sleep later. Give’r, eh.
From legitimately raucous parties to rowdy Coast Range lines, Whistler Blackcomb delivers non-stop action from the moment you roll into town until your friends drag you out of the hotel room two hours after check-out time. The mountain generally provides with a consistent but consolidated snowpack and 28 lifts spread over two mountains. The village keeps even the most annoying foodie satisfied with some 90 restaurants, bars, and pubs, from dirty burrito joints to top-shelf cuisine to late-night post EDM madness pizza joints. Deep snow, Aussies, nightclubs, hangovers and more deep snow: everything you’ve heard is true. But what often gets lost in the messaging is what built this monstrous resort in the first place: the skiing. —Mike Berard