The setting moon.
Looking east through the silver birches.
Southwest, this peak was catching first light.
My point and shoot didn't quite focus on the moon taking a ride down the birch branch.
Clouds catching the sun.
Spot the Canadian flag.
Patience was required but I kept snapping to take memories home.
Forty-five minutes later, the sun appeared. So glad it wasn't a cold morning.
I loved the scrunching sound of the crisp snow, still lying in the creek bed of the route I took to the Bow River.
From day 1 of walking here, with Stuart and their Sheeba dog, Gunner, I have been spellbound by the beauty around me. This morning, in the first light, it was magical beyond belief.
Reflection and floating ice.
What a perfect camping spot!
Breakfast and Ben were calling, so I turned around and retraced my steps, delighting again in the sun's rays and the scrunching snow.
So Granny is now in Calgary Airport, waiting for her 5.35pm flight to San Fran and then home. She is sad and happy, as this little man has wrapped his arms around her heart forever.
The joy of being with Ben, Stuart and Kim, was multiplied by the beauty that surrounds where they live, just half an hour from Banff. Feeling truly blessed and glad that Santa's gift came early.