It was my last morning there. In the beauty of the heart of Assiniboine. All night it had snowed lightly outside the but I still wanted to get out and go for a morning walk. A chance to pray and say goodbye to the land. A mile down from me this pond sat in the stillness of the quiet air. Fog and light snow hid most peaks from view. But the sun began fighting through and this mountains beautiful face began appearing. I took some images and said my goodbyes. Then made my way back to camp.