At 47, I stood barefoot on the frozen bed of the Bow River in Banff — my second home in Alberta. That plunge wasn’t just about the cold.
Not everyone can walk on ice. But with Jasper, you can feel it — one breath, one plunge, one moment of stillness at a time.
Before the world shifted, I stumbled across the name Wim . I couldn’t have known then how deeply it would shape my life.
