Right after taking this photo, I took one step to the right, slipped in the mud, lost my balance, jumped up and down on one leg trying to regain my balance with my arms flailing like an idiot, grabbed a branch with one hand at the last second, watched it break, and then fell completely sideways into the creek getting soaked from head to toe. Based off my daughter's hysterical laughter along with the other half dozen people who witnessed my traumatic experience, I defined the word "grace" that day.
A few kilometers downstream of this location is Bow Lake, which is considered the headwaters of the mighty Bow River. It’s hard to believe such a tiny insignificant stream is responsible for creating a world-renowned trout fishery, and is a life source for majority of people living in Southern Alberta.
