The usual view of the Three Sisters peaks at Canmore, Alberta, Canada is from the Trans-Canada highway where the three lovely ladies flirt shamelessly with passing truckers and tourists. Here they are now, on a smokey summer’s day, trying to draw the attention of the motorists away from their given task.
This spring, though, I did something I (sadly) almost never do. I took a side road off the highway and drove up a little way into the hills. I followed some signs to a resort, not really expecting very much, but I was very surprised when I got to the top, parked in the resort’s lot, and turned my camera back to the west.
I put the big lens on, to really get close to the old girl, but truly the awesome majesty of this magnificent peak didn’t need any extra help. Looking slack-jawed at this marvellous geological spectacle made me feel momentarily insignificant. But then, after a short while, it lifted me up to an even greater appreciation of the rocks which make their home just west of mine.
I resolved at that moment to return to the mountains more often in the future, and I’m pleased to say that for one reason or another I’ve been back three times this summer.
I know I need to be more grateful than I usually am for the mere fact that I have this kind of greatness practically in my back yard.
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