“In winter time I’m a ski teacher,” the taxi driver said.
His name is John, he was born in the UK but he has been in Whistler since 1975.
He said: “I have three daughters, 12, 15 and 17. I take my medicine, that’s how I manage to survive them. Yesterday the oldest said: ‘Dad, I’m going to do some cliff jumping today.’ Whistler is a place for extreme sports. We had a young man in our community who was very skilled at base jumping. We had, I said. Base jumpers don’t get old. Adventurers come to this place, you know.”

The taxi driver didn’t ask me one question. He must have thought: this man is not involved in extreme sports. This man is not an adventurer.
I didn’t take it as an insult.