When I go on holiday (and by holiday I mean being completely off the clock – no interviews, no note taking, no obligatory social media updates), I tend not to do very much. OK, not entirely true, but I do scale it back. And part of the joy in having children, besides dressing them up in ugly clothes and taking pictures of them, is recreating your favourite childhood memories. For me, a trip to Whitefish, Montana fits the bill perfectly.
We used to haul out every Boxing Day to Whitefish Mountain Resort (though it’ll always be Big Mountain to me), but a trip here in summer is equally worthy.
For starters, there’s the shopping. True, there are no outlet malls, but it’s still fun to meander through downtown Whitefish or box stores filled with mass produced goods you can’t possibly live without. And don’t worry about those pesky border officials. One only requires an air of confidence and fresh application of lipstick when discussing your purchases (unless of course, you get a female agent, and then you’re hooped). But if say, you’re bringing back 24 bottles of wine, you’ll want to go through an Alberta border crossing, not Roosville, where you’ll face more than the GST on your alcohol, thanks to B.C. taxes.
Admittedly, I’m not much of a golfer, but something about the course at the Whitefish Lake Golf Club makes me want to hit the links. It’s stunning and majestic and screams “play me,” whenever I drive by.
But the best part about any trip to the States is that Americans know how to heat their outdoor pools, something we Canadians haven’t yet figured out. Of course, you could a rent a boat and cruise around Whitefish Lake, but since I was staying with my good friend Red, I was content to lay poolside and work on my skin cancer.
See, I told you I don’t do very much on my vacations. If you’re interested in more specifics about what to see and do in Whitefish, check out this article I wrote for the Herald a few summers ago.
Have you ever been to Whitefish? What do you like to do there?