The majestic Rocky Mountains.
These are among the young mountains of the world. 55 to 80 million years ago erupting from the ground. Then erosion took over and created dramatic valleys and peaks. At first glance, Europeans explorers coming across flat land must have almost been frightened. Surely they were; at thought of finding the passage through to the West.
There is an awe-inspiring feeling and a sense of peace that falls over you as you move through the range. They are so big that only the best position with the widest lens can even capture them on film. In the summer, the smell of the forest and the clean crisp feeling of the air combine with the sights to create a fantastic experience.
Conversely, in the winter the steep slopes gather snow in the most precarious way. It is as if you are being whispered to, “tread lightly through here, show respect”, otherwise the snow pack will give way and cover everything on the valley floor with an immense load.
As we travel along the highway with relative ease, it is interesting to think that not so long ago, even car travel was not that easy. My husbands grandparents talk of single track road and “wide spots”. Two meeting cars would have to decide who was going to back up to the wide spot which was sometimes miles in distance. Then flashback further to David Thompson’s work at finding the first route from which to even start building from.