Fish Boulton

Mr. Dress Up

If you’re going to survive the Whistler party scene, there’s one thing you can’t do without — a Tickle Trunk.

That’s according to Fish Boulton, who, let’s face it, loves to get dressed up.

One year he grew a moustache for four months and dyed it bleach blonde, just to be wrestler Hulk Hogan for Halloween.

“Once you start making good costumes, it’s really hard to go back,” admits Fish, of setting the costume bar higher and higher every year.

But that’s just part of the Whistler culture: “If you’re going to do something, you do it big, or not at all.”

And that includes partying.

Fish’s story isn’t unique to Whistler.

A Winnipeg boy who moved west, landed in Lake Louise for a few years and then realized if he was going to make something of a snowboarding career, he needed to get to Whistler, where not only the riding was epic but the parties too.

Fish has called this place home for almost 15 years now.

Rather than mellow with age like a good wine, Whistler, says Fish, has become a little more elaborate as it gets older.

As Whistler matures, it’s coming into its own, getting more confident, more convinced of its cachet.

That’s reflected in its parties.

Fish takes part in all of them, whether that’s working or volunteering, or getting dressed up to get the party rolling.

But it’s not all fun, all the time.

“What don’t I do?” he laughs.

Construction in the summer, paid on-call fireman, vollie ski partroller, and this year — the track medic at the Whistler Sliding Centre.

Ultimately, he wants to do more acting and stuntman work.

But there’s always time to party.

“Whistler is like Neverland,” says Fish, home of Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up. “There’s always new youth coming in so it keeps the energy up, generally speaking. And, of course, the people who stay here never want to grow old.”


Can’t tell you. “It’s my secret spot”. Second favourite is Fragle Rock on a pow day, Peak to Creek when it’s groomed.