My Watermark is the Sheep River, Alberta.

The Sheep River carried out the rock forming deep pools of crystal clear, icy mountain water near where I camped in 2000. Plunging down into the pool, the river's sound resonated in my heart calling on me. As I slowly eased into the frigid water, my body fighting the aching cold, I pushed myself to take a few strokes before pulling myself out to melt in the sun on the warm west facing rocks.