OK ... the parties in Squamish and Whistler were pretty cool ... but there is something totally unique and inspiring and moving about seeing one torchbearer pass on the flame to another torchbearer only metres away from you.

After hearing rumours at Thursday night's torch shin dig that the Whistler celebration the following evening was expected to be bigger than Ottawa's, we decided to get maple syruped up, try out the free transit system and check it out ourselves.

Well ... uhhh ... THAT was pretty freakin' awesome.

So tonight the torch came through Squamish, and, gotta be honest, there is pretty much nothing in the world quite like being right there within an arm's length of the Olympic flame.

Don't tell anyone ... but I might have almost cried ...

Okay, so as part of Olympic preparations, they have added kilometre-long stretches of these yellow cones in order to re-allocate the highway divisions into what is, presumably, the best lane formations for efficient traffic flow. Which, firstly, begs the question, if this setup is the most efficient way to route traffic back and forth to Whistler ... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST PAINT THE LINES ON THE ROAD THAT WAY TO BEGIN WITH?

So, after years and years of hmmm-ing and haaa-ing about whether to dish out the dough, I suspect that the purchase of my third Apple product in the span of a single year officially makes me a proselytizing member of the Church of Mac.

They came by and tattooed an apple on my forehead last night.

Here's the happy family all together, me holding Rufus, with Kate and Leopold on the right (Get it? Kate and Leopold? Get it?!?):