Chance

The early evening presented a messy situation. Slowly swirling cloud and a little bit of a dilemma on which highway offered a more acceptable risk vs. reward scenario for us, spoiled photographers as we were.

We chose the little more risky approach, closer to cloud, but with more beautiful scenery. Along the way, we’d move through a corner changing the direction we were seeing in front of us, sometimes right into a looming cloud bank. Ohh, the nervousness in my body in those moments. But there had to be trust in what we saw on the maps and we stayed the course - which in the end turned out to be about as perfect as it could have been.

“Chance favours the prepared mind.”

As we were arriving back to the city lights of Whitehorse, and I personally was finally begin to defrost, I explained how grateful I was for our night, for our decision to choose the location we did, and how lucky I felt we were in all of that.

My guest quoted an old French scientist, “Chance favours the prepared mind”.

Maybe he is right, but I still felt very lucky and incredibly fortunate. Part of it, being able to travel the evening with a meteorologist.