Fortune Creek flows from Fortune Lake and eventually winds itself through the Dunlop Picnic Field after rushing downwards over a few waterfalls. While the flow in the creek today was full, fast and loud, I expect it will be even fuller in the next little while once the ice on the lake melts. Such contrasts today – a perfectly bare parking lot yet I had to wear ice crampons to explore the falls; I was hot while driving the car but had to wear gloves near the falls the air was so cold from the ice-cold flowing water. Spring’s unique beauty is crisply displayed adjacent to the starkness of the land: the vibrant colours in the wet rocks and boulders along the creek and water falls, and the green of the conifers standing out amidst the stark landscape. The joys of spring.
