It's not that I search for things to fuss and worry and complain about, it really isn't, it's just that I HATE summer. No, it's not that I HATE summer, it's that I'm more comfortable when the temperature is 60 degrees cooler. Sixty. That wasn't a typo. There's this thing I do before weddings, everyday, over the course of a couple weeks. Check the weather. Which makes sense, because there's only one profession where you can do your job entirely wrong every day and still be employed at the end of the week. Isn't there, weather forecasters? Credit to them this time around, they were right. Every day over two weeks, Smithers was forecast to have the hottest day in two years the Saturday I was shooting a wedding from dusk until dawn. 33 degrees during the open sun ceremony in the middle of the day. Who planned this again?! (Love you, Eric & Kylee!) I'll never forget driving the highway outside of Smithers at 6:30 in the morning as the sun was rising. Pastel pinks, oranges and yellows low on the horizon to the right. Deep orange sunlight kissing the glacier to the left. And then the highway would dip, and we'd be in a cover of light fog with the river running 100 feet to our right. If you've never been, go. And if you aren't in a rush to get to the Bear Claw Lodge for a wedding, stop and photograph every second of it.