Now, where was I? Oh yes, the spruce grouse… Later that evening, it became abundantly clear to me why they were so darn busy.
Good Morning.
I know I am being more than a little dramatic. It’s not that unusual for Canmore to get some snow in September, but it always seems to trigger the same reaction—anxiety. Does the furnace work? Where did we put the dog sweaters? (These desert dogs do not adapt well to the cold) Is the sun ever going to come out again? What is the temperature outside? It sure is dark in here. Have you seen my gloves? When do we head back to Phoenix? And on and on—you get the idea.
The day after the big snow, we ventured out to look for some elk. No luck this time around, but the dusting of snow was really beautiful. Early, but beautiful.
The trail to town
Dave, in search of elk.
Next week we will try to do one more hike. The aspens and larches are turning and Canmore is showing off its fall finest. There is still time for fish and chips at The Drake, and perhaps a beer or two at Tavern 1883.
Oh, and by the way, did I mention that the forecast calls for SNOW?