I left Alberta a couple nights ago, a couple weeks earlier than intended.
A week straight of demoralizing weather and car camping conditions that came as a significant distraction from what I felt I needed to do, which is finalize the edits on my book. Certain trips can be a disguised form of resistance, and that’s how this one felt.
It’s the second trip in a row, separated by two years, to the Canadian Rockies that I’ve rushed away from. I’m not sure what it is but I’ve never felt as though it was my place to be, regardless of the stunning environment, my heart just isn’t there.
I’m headed south now for Colorado, to see family and regain focus. I feel the desert calling too, maybe I’ll stop in Utah for awhile. Haven’t been out that way before, so if any of you are out there and would like to meet up, let me know.
Not always does the vision we see in our heads play out.. we camped for three nights on the bank of the furthest lake, hoping the 4 days would at least give us one opportunity to stand on this ridge in good conditions. But September weather is super variable in the Rockies and this was the closest we got to even seeing Mt Assiniboine.. you can just make out the smallest fraction of it to the left of the largest mountain.. none the less this was an amazing trip of pushing our limits and fun with friends ☺️