I thought a shoot up at Kicking Horse would assure us a cool, breezy and somewhat cloudy afternoon… oh no. Did I have another thing coming. As it happened, it was, in fact, a very hot, VERY sunny day up on the ski hill a couple of weeks ago.
But Karla and her family of parents, sisters, neice and nephew, and partner John, rallied and despite the heat, did as they were directed and agreeably sat in the itchy, pokey, mosquito infested wildflowers on one of the lower slopes.
Not so much fun, but the flowers distracted the little ones from the hot, buggy misery until we finally cried ‘uncle’ and headed for a little shadier cover down by the cool of the river in town.