I made a quick run up Hollyburn today. I was all alone on the mountain, except for the three- or four-hundred other people. I drew one large group trudging up the hill, looking like gold-rushers heading for the Yukon, except for all the Gore-tex. A raven flew overhead, waiting for trail-mix hand-outs, or the eyeballs of any who succumbed. The Lions were still there when I got to the top. In fact they hadn't moved much since I last drew them, but they looked somber today as snow clouds built above them. It started snowing on the way down, as I paused to draw another multi-coloured multitude massing for the view of Vancouver.