As I left Edmonton at 6:00 am, snow tires were the furthest thing from my mind. I knew it had snowed in the foothills the day before and I was expecting to see the odd skiff in the trees, or shaded areas. But by the time I turned onto the trunk road, snow tires seemed like a no brainer; slow and steady got me to the parking area without mishap, but mountain biking the trail into the lower reach was out of the question.
Mid-morning was a cool -2 Celsius. The mist and cloud clinging to the hill tops, along with the contrast between the dark water and the white blanket of snow covering the banks, made for a very surreal scene. The tranquility alone was worth the trip.
By noon, the sun was breaking through the clouds, my rod guides were no longer icing up, and a few Baetis duns could be seen fluttering off the glass clear water. I did see a few fish rise, but the hatch was too sporadic to consider fishing top water. Most fish were picked up by casting a Baetis nymph to visible fish in their winter holding lies.