Posted on August 30, 2009
THE GROUSE GRIND LAZY PICTURE POST
Conquering the Grouse Grind seems to be a rite of passage for Vancouverites and a claim that can be made only by the few and brave. In the more than five years I’ve called this city my home, I’d yet to attempt it until today. This morning I grabbed my Will Tippin and made my way to the base.
I’m not gonna lie: the task was far more daunting than I anticipated it would be. You might think that because I never snapped any photos on the trail that maybe I cheated and took the tram up, but the truth is that it was far too grueling to even think about my camera. That, and we were both much to focused on the beer at the top to stop for photo ops.
Before descending the mountain, we took a quick walk to the five-acre Grizzly Bear Refuge, home to two orphaned grizzly bears.
I was pretty choked that I stopped filming when I did because not even 30 seconds later, the big guy started scratching up an awkward storm, Al Bundy-style.
The grizzlies were unspeakably beautiful, graceful in their lumbering and far more playful than the menacing creatures they’re made out to be. What I really wanted was to give out free bear hugs to the two of them!
I nicknamed this guy Jordy II since he lays the same way as my pup.
“French manicure, please.”
After making the ascent in one hour and 36 minutes, it was mission: accomplished for the C.I.A.
Two-second snap before they herded me onto the tram to head back down the mountain. It was the best $5 I have ever spent.
Also, just a little bit stoked that I was still rocking the glow an hour later.