We took the kids to visit their grandparents last weekend and ended up, as we often do in summer, in the quaint mountain town of Waterton. This was our first visit back since the wildfires late last summer, and we were all wide-eyed at the changes in scenery. The Waterton townsite is mostly unscathed but the mountainsides are decidedly bare, naked, exposed. I was impressed how much beauty still exists in the aftermath of such disaster… The fire burned so incredibly hot, and quick, that many of the trees we saw were completely blackened except for a few vibrant green leaves at the tips.
I couldn’t help but think about some of the fires many of us have experienced this past year… cancer, betrayal, loss of dreams, and relationships… and while the fury rages past it may feel like we won’t find the beauty again. But the mountains are no less beautiful without green trees. They are craggy, vulnerable, and have developed a new raw beauty. The hiking paths are closed for a time, but eventually they will again host a myriad of adventurers in search of a priceless view.
Below is a pic I snapped at the edge of the Waterton Lakes, a mere 8 months since the fires. The beauty of this shot took my breath away, and this story simmered inside until I could put pen to paper.
Courage, dear heart.