After losing my Google Pixel5 on a ski hill, a series of unbelievably unique events trapped me in Whistler Village during COVID with no ID, no proof of Vaccination and no means of payment, not to mention no way to call anyone. I became determined – even obsessed – with recovering it. And it all started at the tail end of an epic snowstorm that dumped tons of fresh powder on Whistler Mountain on a Sunday when a world of people were trying to leave town after Christmas
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