Took a little vacation this past week from riding the bus. I took Thursday and Friday off work to go with friends to Vancouver and Whistler, B.C. for a long weekend. Two whole days I didn't ride the bus. That's four trips and about an hour and a half worth of bus ride avoided. (Not to mention 7 bucks saved.) Still, I was haunted by the 22, after passing it twice near Gastown in Vancouver. The second time around, my eagle vision spotted it just early enough to prepare my camera and snap this photo. Luckily, I didn't have to ride this intl version 22, and the only wildlife I encountered was a real, live brown bear from a safe distance on Whistler mountain. Though somewhat mangy, he appeared to be sober.