When one thinks of a bubble-like environment, images of sterility, utter boredom, and isolation spring to mind. Most bubbles I would not want to inhabit, mostly because it probably would mean that I had something the rest of the world wanted no part of (ie supervirus) or the world had something I wanted no part of (ie supervirus). Either way, not something I want to deal with.
I just spent three weeks in a bubble that I have come to really enjoy. This bubble has nothing to do with apocalyptic plagues or immune-deficiency issues. The Whistler Bubble is much more enjoyable, and the only disease I have heard to be lurking around this particular bubble is the occasional STD, which seemingly goes hand in hand with the lifestyle of resort towns.
The Whistler Bubble is anything but sterile, thriving on all outdoor (and some indoor) activities which inherently involve getting down and dirty. Boredom is a vague concept, as there are more than enough fun things to do, even for the most ADHD-afflicted youth, many of which come to the Summer Gravity Camps, where I was coaching for the three weeks. Like a translucent sphere, the rest of the world does seem distant, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Why keep up on current world events when the local newspaper reserves the majority of its pages to local issues, toonie race results and farmer’s market schedules?
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