There's something about living near a world-renowned icon: about having access to a place recognized all over the globe as "Canada", and about being able to be there in those photo spreads from the magazines any time you choose.
And there's something about knowing you'll be leaving it: about knowing you have a deadline to get out there and do that thing, or get that shot, or feel that feeling that those magazine browsers dream about.
Skating in the open air on Lake Louise?
Yeah. That.
A castle made entirely of ice?
Sure.
And weather that goes from freezing cold to REALLY SUPER FREEZING COLD at the drop of a hat.
There is no parallel to this place.
It is truly a marvel of nature, and I am fortunate to have been able to witness it first hand, not only once, but whenever I chose.
I am also aware of how fortunate I am to have been able to leave it...
but that's another story for another time.
