I’ve been trying to get out to the mountains with Chris Amat for close to a year now. But every time I passed through town our schedules never quite aligned. This past weekend we finally made it happen. I suggested a trail and he rounded up a crew of photographers to hit said trail.
In typical Alberta fashion, we were rained on, snowed on, sleeted on, and occasionally given magical light on the way up the mountain side.
We were at the lake in about 45 minutes. Upon arrival it was engulfed in clouds and as usual, it did not disappoint.
I’m so very glad we did, because the views from above were phenomenal.
We made our way back down and enjoyed some fine cheeses and pita bread by the lake courtesy of Ernest.
And then Vian and I hiked further a little more (can’t stop, won’t stop) up one more ridge while the gang picnicked away.