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“You’re soaking,” he said.

They spent the first day hiding in the cave-like coolness of the Banff Park Museum, staring at stuffed bison and marveling at how the taxidermy seemed less dewy than Cameron’s forehead. By late afternoon, the heat broke—not with rain, but with a thick, rolling thunderhead that turned the sky the color of a bruise. cameron canada hot

Cameron turned. The man was lean, sunburned across the nose, with a canvas backpack and a smile that suggested he knew exactly where the best hidden swimming holes were. His name tag said River Guide: Leo . “You’re soaking,” he said