🏔️ Rising Above the Noise

For Thessaly Novak, Grouse Mountain is more than a destination—it’s an elevation of spirit. As the gondola ascends above Vancouver’s forested edge, her eyes light up with calm excitement. “I really like the feeling of watching the city fall away,” she says softly. “Up here, everything gets quieter—externally and internally.”

The change in altitude mirrors the shift in mood: lighter, freer, full of breath and open sky.

❄️ Snowflakes, Laughter, and Light

Whether it’s a winter afternoon or a brisk autumn morning, Thessaly greets the alpine air with a glowing smile. “There’s something about this place that just makes me so happy,” she says, stretching her arms out as crisp mountain wind lifts her scarf.

She enjoys spontaneous snowball fights, hot cocoa breaks by the firepit, and giggling as she tries snowshoeing for the first time. “I love moments that let you be a little silly—without losing the beauty of the experience,” she says with a wink.

🌲 Stillness Between the Pines

Away from the ski slopes, Thessaly prefers the serenity of the alpine trails. Wrapped in soft wool, she moves through snow-dusted evergreens with quiet awe. “This is the part I love the most,” she whispers. “Where the only sound is snow crunching under your boots and the wind slipping between the trees.”

She often pauses to admire distant peaks or trace the silhouette of a raven flying overhead. “It’s impossible not to feel connected to something bigger out here.”

💬 Adventure with Emotional Depth

Grouse Mountain, for Thessaly, is the perfect place to explore both landscape and emotional terrain. “I love dates where things unfold naturally—where one moment we’re laughing on the lift, and the next, we’re talking about something real,” she says. “This kind of setting brings that out.”

She recommends the mountaintop for clients who enjoy thoughtful conversation, soft physicality (like hand-in-hand strolls), and the shared joy of being fully present.

🌅 Golden Hour with a View

As the sun sets behind the distant ranges, casting long shadows across the snow, Thessaly lingers at the lookout point with cheeks flushed and eyes reflective. “I never leave this mountain the same as I arrived,” she says quietly. “It doesn’t ask much—just that you pay attention. And I really like that.”