Words can hardly describe the moment I came upon the vast destruction caused by Frank Slide. Driving from Pincher Creek, we passed by green fields, wind turbines, and mountains. Everything was neat and intact. But as we approached the town of Frank, a massive landscape of rubble lay on both sides of the highway and carried on for as far as we could see. Looking through the windshield, we could see the mountain that gave way, a brief moment in history that became Canada's deadliest landslide.