No broken bones or anything. The west coast was great; other than a little drizzle in Vancouver, the weather was good. I learned to ski in Whistler without getting myself killed in the slightest, and ate way too much seafood. More stories later when I have the time to write them down.
All I can say is, southern Ontario looks really, really, boringly flat in comparison to the west coast. I miss the mountains already.
Oh, and my monster jet lag combined with plane and baggage delays resulted in me being 5.5 hours late for work when I got back on Wednesday.