Rocky Mountain Paths, Frosting (2nd Part)

A morning walk in a forest as the heat of the sun melts the early frost of autumn is probably one of greatest delights we city dwellers can experience (if adequately insulated from the cold).

Before moving on to British Columbia and the Pacific Northwest, I reminisce a little with a look back at Alberta's introduction to the Canadian version of the Rocky Mountains. There is a kind of peace and meditative quality to memories like these. Yet, beyond gazing at the photographic record, it is being in a magnificent place at least once in this short lifetime that sews up the soul and stops the bleeding.