I didn't go to the Banff Barbeque on Wednesday night. After days of pitching and hand shaking and card exchanging, I was longing for some alone time.
I got multiple cell calls from Tunnel Mountain telling me what a great party it was with delicious food and bands that had everyone up dancing. But I pulled on my new TV, eh ball cap and went out to explore the awesomeness that is Banff National Park.
I followed the Spray River to where it meets the Bow River and then went back up the Bow to the falls. It was a gorgeous night. Just the right temperature and the sky was finally clearing after a day of drizzle mixed with rain.
There are a lot of places in the world you could choose to live and some of them are probably better places to make a living if you're a storyteller. But as I sat on a rock at the edge of the river and stared up at Bow Falls, flanked by fir trees with the majesty of snow covered rocky mountains rising up behind it, I remembered why I have never been tempted to leave this country.
