Slamming Some Type II 'Fun'

Finishing the North American grouse slam was an uphill battle

Fine. This is fine. Whatever.

I repeated this to myself over and over, not really believing it, as I marched up 3000 in feet in elevation over three miles, through a downpour and muddy, thick brush, then into an alpine tundra where every rock was slick and the wind was blowing so hard my eyes were watering.

And did I mention that we were in grizzly bear…