Whistler Peak2Peak Gondola I couldn’t sleep for long on the train – partially because the seat was uncomfortable, and partly because the scenery outside was so damn interesting. I woke up somewhere around Boston Bar, a small mountain town in the middle of nowhere, marking where I had originally intended to get out and keep touring. It follows canyon roads northward along the mighty Fraser River for about a days’ worth of riding before my route would turn westward towards Duffey Lake Road and one bastard of a mountain pass, finally bringing me to Whistler on the other side.