Marco Polo

I ran into my friend Mark in Banff while I was making my way out to Alaska. Completely randomly, he happened to be there with his family on a vacation. His family offered up their spare bed for a couple nights (the first real bed I’d had in a month) and fed me good. Mark’s soon-to-be Brother-in-law is a filmmaker and we geeked out over camera stuff together. Mark and I got to go on a nice long hike together, shooting photos, building cairns, and watching an 800lb grizzly sniff around across the stream. I’m forever grateful for the hospitality that his family offered me, and the company they provided on a long solo journey.