
24/05/2025
Today brought a first-time experience I’ll never forget—flying over the Canadian Rockies. I had never done a mountain flight before, and soaring above the rugged peaks was absolutely thrilling. The mountains felt both impossibly vast and surprisingly close, as if we were gliding between worlds. The skies were clear, the weather flawless—just as it has been every day of this journey. I truly couldn’t have asked for more.
After the awe-inspiring flight with Alpine Helicopters, we laced up our boots for one more hike: Johnston Canyon. The trail took us through a forested gorge, leading to both Lower and Upper Falls. The contrast between the stillness of the forest and the thunderous roar of the water was mesmerizing. The trail was busy—much more than we expected for this time of year—which made us realize just how packed these spots must get during the peak summer months. Still, it was worth every step.
Our final stop for the day—and this trip—was Emerald Lake. The name couldn’t be more fitting. The calm, green water mirrored the surrounding peaks like a perfect painting. Standing at its edge, I wished I could stop time—to hold onto the quiet, the crisp mountain air, and the stillness that wrapped around us like a soft blanket.
But time doesn’t wait. Tomorrow, we return to Calgary—back to civilization, to traffic, schedules, and city sounds. I feel a quiet sadness settling in, knowing I’ll be leaving behind the swift, whispering Bow River, the snow-draped peaks watching silently from every direction, and the soul-soothing rhythm of nature.
This journey through the Rockies has been pure magic. I’ll carry its peace, its power, and its beauty with me long after the mountains fade in the rearview mirror.