This fall, Michael & I went to the Canadian Rockies for our vacation. I hadn't visited this alpine wonderland since I was a child. Michael had never been. So it was with great excitement that we planned our adventures. I imagined days from my time in Colorado, where we might get a little snow in the evening but the sun would come out during the day to make the newly fallen snow glisten. I saw us hiking into autumn colored mountain meadows, to glacier toes, to alpine lakes and through herds of wildlife. Did I ever mention how horribly optimist I am?
What we got was two & 1/2 days of partially cloudy weather with snow flurries sprinkles. We took full advantage of those couple of days exploring the northern region of Jasper National Park. However, as we headed south on the Icefields Parkway the weather forecast we had hung our hiking plans upon betrayed us. Snow flurries turned into heavy rain in the lower elevations and thick snow with possible white out conditions at the higher elevations . . . and no hope of sun breaks for several more days. Our next decision would make our autumn vacation plans for the following year. We would continue to head south to what we hoped would be sunnier weather.
We passed the Canadian-US border in the rain. We passed Glacier National Park in a downpour. found some sun in eastern Montana. A little less sun in Yellowstone. But did get snowed on there too. By the time we headed home we were tired of avoiding the inevitable, winter was reminding us that she was right around the corner. The hiking boots may need to be put away for a little while so the can snowshoes come out and camping will take a turn for the cold. But I'm not quite ready to shift gears. And luckily once we got home, Autumn put her foot down for just a few more days.
What you will find in the coming days are pictures taken on our epic little adventure, and the story behind each of the images.
We've already blocked out a week in September for our return trip.
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