I don’t have any memories from my first trip to Lake Louise; I must’ve been three or four years old at the time, whisked up to Alberta alongside my baby brother Jamie. Our parents strapped us to their backs, nestled securely in baby carriers fit for a day hike in the Canadian Rockies. My grandparents gamely joined us on trail, ruggedly stylish in their trench coats.
A few weeks before Dan and I revisited the scene of that childhood family vacation, I rifled through dozens of old photos. Granny was laughing uproariously, looking very much in her element at altitude; baby Jamie and I were alternately enthralled by the enormity of the scenery…and sobbing uncontrollably.
Without babies strapped to our backs, Dan and I were able to hike all the way to the teahouse at the end of the Plain of Six Glaciers trail. We refueled there with cake and coffee, as I quietly wondered which of my family’s footsteps had been retraced around the lake earlier that day.
Camera: Mamiya 6
Film: Kodak Portra 400