After a botched attempt with all three of us in the canoe that almost had us swimming fully clothed alongside the children, Warren and I paddled off leaving Dan to try his luck with his fly rod from shore.
Popular with day trippers and long weekend campers, Heart Lake was crowded by northern lake standards as children searched for shoreline frogs, fished from sinking docks and floated on tubes while the adults wisely stayed out of the chilly lake in favour of the lakeside picnic tables.
Learning our lesson that the Clipper has a weight/occupant restriction at Heart Lake, Dan and I had first go.
Flanked by stunning mountains and sandwiched between the highway and railline, it was gorgeous but hardly peaceful as transports and cargo laden railcars plodded past.
Tempting us with their acrobatics, the trout continued to elude us as we eventually accepted defeat and vowed to return another day.
Wondering where the fishies are
Ahh, Azouetta
Stern man Dan
The Clipper precariously balanced on a dodgy launch
Dan and Warren returning
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