Seymour had been so exhausted from his adventure reaching the top of the mountain he fell asleep in a snowcave and didn't awaken until the following morning.
He thought he might enjoy skiing down the mountain but, alas, there wasn't enough snow for that, so back into the gondola crept the intrepid little fellow. Part way down the mountain he managed to capture another peek through the window at the breathtaking view before resuming his position on the door for another self-launch and roll procedure to get himself out of the gondola.
Successful in his daredevil escape, Seymour rewarded himself with an impressive flight of creme brulees at one of Whistler's many fine restaurants.
Seymour thought they were delicious, however his dining companions found the lemon brulee a teensy bit overly tart.
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