What do the newcomers find as they stream off the shuttles? That the international news reports were perfectly correct: it’s raining. The party in Whistler is the equivalent of a moist toque, sopping with wet, all the fleeces gathering moisture in the streets as giant screens pipe in the opening ceremonies from down south—that is until the signal was lost. And the MCs are being forced to improvise in front of a restless crowd.
Those forecasts weren't merely the mean-spirited warblings of Stephen Colbert
First impressions from Whistler