It’s funny going back to places that you used to visit when you were little. Usually, everything seems so small in comparison to the place that exists in your memory of your visits as a child. A childhood house always feels like it was bigger and, comparatively to your size, it really was. I remember coming here, to Johnston Canyon in Banff National Park, when I was young. I’m not sure which relatives used to take me here, but I remember the canyon clearly. The walls were jagged and steep. The rushing water cut the legs from the canyon walls leaving overhanging ledges studded with green spruce trees. I remember looking up at the sheer cliff walls and at the rushing waterfalls in awe of the size and power that existed in this amazing spot. So when I returned, I was worried that maybe it wouldn’t feel as big and as magical as it did when I was young. Much to my surprise, and relief, it didn’t. Johnston Canyon still felt as incredible as it did the first time I visited it years ago. Here are some Johnston Canyon photos essay from my latest visit.
