After two weeks of being stuck inside working, it was time to step out for a breath of fresh air. A chinook had made its way to Calgary, and temps were hovering above zero.
Four of us piled in the car late Saturday morning and took the drive up to Kananaskis lakes.
I'd never been up there before, and it was more than I was expecting. One of those places unable to be fully captured in a photo, or justifiably described in words. Wide open skies, luscious evergreens, towering snow capped peaks, biting wind, layers of ice...
We fished for a couple hours, and with one hit between the four of us we really didn't care. Never has a fishing trip reminded me that its not just about the fish: it's about getting out and feeling alive.
Thanks Timbre and Darcy!