After the World Fantasy Conference, I drove north to Banff National Park, one of my favorite places in the world. It's very snowy, with clouds hanging low, enshrouding the peaks.
I hiked along the Bow River Trail, my breath steaming in the cold air.
At dusk I looked out over Lake Louise. A tremendous avalanche crashed down across the lake, dropping from the Upper Victoria Glacier. It took the rumbling and roaring twenty seconds to reach where I stood, and when it did, the air filled with thunder.