From Banff I headed north along the Icefields Parkway toward Jasper National Park. Snow flurries fell almost continuously, and the peaks rising on both sides of the road where enshrouded in low hanging clouds. It was utterly gorgeous. The Crowfoot Glacier was barely visible through the grey and white swirling mists.
I stopped and hiked down to Mistaya Canyon, a narrow slot canyon roaring with teal and white churning water. The thunder of the cascade roared up through the canyon, filling the air around me.