I took a drive to Elbow Falls.

At the summit of the Little Elbow pass on Highway 66 (the old Cowboy Trail and forestry road), where the horses were grazing a couple of days before, there was a herd of deer.

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Unlike the horses, the deer, more wisely, had not completely shed their winter coats.

It was definitely an intense spring runoff at Elbow Falls. I found a photograph of the same falls at another time... mouse over this photograph on the right --- >

It was in that country, my homeland, about 40 years ago where I mused upon being at the right place at the right time and how difficult it was with schedules and duties.

"Right time" for a commercially viable scene? Sunny and nice. A day off. Easy on the eyes. Matching the decor. A holiday from reality. Clear clean water.

I decided then and there, for my purposes, it was always the right time and place.

On my way back to camp I took a drive north up Powderface Trail. The ranger said it had been chewed up pretty bad by a 4 wheel drive race. It was good, not anything like the old forestry roads. Sometimes a person on foot would have to clear the way.

I drove out into the foothills of the Bow Valley.

On the way back south the sky was clearing.

I planned a second attempt on Nahahi Ridge for the next day.