The week before we got married, we took a trip to Whistler with my mother and her good friend B—. On one lovely autumn day (okay, it was damp, cold and very overcast. lovely is as lovely does.), Nola and I hiked out around Lost Lake. This is one of the creeks that feeds it.

The saga of what all we went through to get here is recounted elsewhere; suffice it to say that we sat on the rocks for a bit to absorb the burbling of the rushing water, and count our blessings.

metering: matrix; shutter: 1/30sec; aperture: f4.4; focal length: f7.1mm(x1.0); date: 10.10.2004 11:25; focus area: center