Sunrise at Dead Mans Flat.

Darling Ben was sleeping in this morning, so I took myself out to watch the sun rise over the range behind us at about 8.45am. The temperature was a mild 2C, most unusual for here at this time of year. The wonderful early snow in November has long melted and the locals are very disappointed. I am over the moon with being with Ben and thrilled with the scenery that surrounds where Stuart and Kim live.

The setting moon.

Looking east through the silver birches.

Southwest, this peak was catching first light.

My point and shoot didn't quite focus on the moon taking a ride down the birch branch.

Clouds catching the sun.

Spot the Canadian flag.

Patience was required but I kept snapping to take memories home. 

I startled these tiny birds resting in the snowless grass but it was to my advantage.     

Forty-five minutes later, the sun appeared. So glad it wasn't a cold morning.

 I loved the scrunching sound of the crisp snow, still lying in the creek bed of the route I took to the Bow River. 

From day 1 of walking here, with Stuart and their Sheeba dog, Gunner, I have been spellbound by the beauty around me. This morning, in the first light, it was magical beyond belief.

Reflection and floating ice.

What a perfect camping spot!

Breakfast and Ben were calling, so I turned around and retraced my steps, delighting again in the sun's rays and the scrunching snow.

So Granny is now in Calgary Airport, waiting for her 5.35pm flight to San Fran and then home. She is sad and happy, as this little man has wrapped his arms around her heart forever.

The joy of being with Ben, Stuart and Kim, was multiplied by the beauty that surrounds where they live, just half an hour from Banff. Feeling truly blessed and glad that Santa's gift came early.