I FIRST SAW the Canadian Rocky Mountains from the back seat of my parents’ Dodge Caravan as we drove from Jasper to Banff, Alberta. I was 15 years old. We’d recently moved west from New Brunswick, where our local ski hill measured less than 275 meters (about 900ft). The Rockies’ peaks reach ~3,000 meters. They left an impression on my young mind.
After I graduated high school I briefly moved to Banff, and I returned almost every year to ski Marmot Basin, Lake Louise, Sunshine Village, and Nakiska. In 2007, I proposed to my wife in Jasper, and we’re now lucky to call the town home.
Because I’d driven the Icefields and Bow Valley Parkways dozens of times in the past decade, the trip was in danger of losing its luster. So during a recent press trip to the area, I reset my odometer at the Banff Visitor Information Centre, stashed my camera in the passenger seat, and vowed to spend the day photographing whatever caught my eye.