Under the Here Comes the Bride column, this story is all about the summer before I was married when my fiance and I lived in a little log cabin at the foot of Mount Yamnuska on the Stoney Indian Reserve. Our summer consisted of regular visits from our local wildlife (including a brown bear that I found literally sitting on my doorstep), snow in July- when all we had for heat was a pot-bellied stove, and a harbinger of good news in the form of a hummingbird.
If you have a chance to pick up the magazine, I hope you enjoy it.