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    Quote Originally Posted by Rick Quinn View Post
    Keith:

    I've been to that place in Las Vegas that you mentioned. Didn't have the steak, but the hospitality was first rate!

    Rick
    I agree about the hospitality. 2nd to none. Steak was best ever. We want to go back some time. Have to be next year i think. :-)

    Keith

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    Day 47: Saturday, August 8th

    We considered just leaving the tent set up at the Kerkeslin campground, since we weren’t sure how hard it would be to find another camping spot when we got closer to Banff, which was reputed to be even more crowded than Jasper. Ultimately, we decided to wing it, since we were planning to travel some distance south that day, and backtracking all the way to Jasper would have wasted a lot of time. The 140 mile route between the town of Jasper and Lake Louise, in the heart of Banff, is known as the Ice Fields Parkway. This iconic road, lined by glaciers snowy mountains, and ice blue rivers, is one of the most spectacular drives on the planet!


    Icefields Parkway, Jasper National Park


    Bow Glacier, a little further south along the Icefields Parkway, now in Banff National Park


    Bow Lake, created by the meltwater from Bow Glacier (among others). The beautiful blue color comes from the refraction of sunlight by tiny particles of rock that are suspended in the water. The particles are “rock flour”, which is created by the grinding, milling action of the glaciers as they inch forward down the rocky slopes. This incredible lake, surrounded by snowy peaks, with a splash of fireweed to add a chromatic counterpoint!? Be still, my rapidly beating heart…

    We made multiple stops for photos as we drove south. When we reached the Trans-Canada Highway, we turned west instead of continuing on to Lake Louise, which would have been just a few miles further. Jasper, which is Canada’s largest national park, is immediately to the north of Banff, which is Canada’s oldest and best known national park. Near the junction of the Icefields Parkway with the Trans-Canada Highway, there are two more national parks: Yoho, and Kootenay. These four national parks, along with three adjacent British Columbia provincial parks, form a contiguous block of protected territory known as the Canadian Rocky Mountain Parks World Heritage Site, which contains some of the most stunning mountain scenery in the entire world. By turning right at the junction, we were headed straight into Yoho, the smallest of the four, but one of the most interesting. Yoho, which comes from the Cree Indian word for ‘awe and wonder’, was established in 1886. The park is famous for having some of the world’s richest fossil beds (the Burgess Shale deposits), along with fabulous mountains, forests, rivers, waterfalls, and extraordinarily beautiful lakes. They also had camp sites available, and on a busy summer weekend, that was perhaps the most extraordinary thing of all! We stopped at the visitor center in Field to scope out the possibilities, and one of the Rangers directed us to a “Dry” (no water) campground called Hoo Doo Creek. We found the place easily enough, and set up our tent in one of the better spots.


    Our camp site at Hoo Doo Creek in Yoho National Park—before the campground got invaded by squatters!

    Next, we took a hike through beautiful woods…



    …to a huge waterfall on the Kicking Horse River:


    Kicking Horse Falls

    After the hike, we drove west a fair distance to the nearest town outside the park—Golden—where we had some dinner. By the time we got back to the campground, it had been invaded by squatters, and it was a total zoo! Apparently, when Canadians on vacation encounter a campground with no more spaces left, it’s an accepted practice to just muscle in and grab the nearest empty patch of ground. By the time the sun went down, there were more people camping “wherever” than there were in the established numbered sites like ours. The crowd was a bit unruly, and they turned our quiet, secluded campground into a noisy parking lot with zero privacy. There was so much coming and going during the night, so many bright headlight beams panning across the walls of our tent that I didn’t sleep worth a dang. This was our second night in a row camping. I told Carl that two was my limit: I was going to insist that we find a room somewhere the next night.

    Day 48: Sunday, August 9th

    We broke camp fairly early and drove back to Golden, where we gassed up the Jeep, and, just to shut me up, Carl booked us a room for that night at the Holiday Inn, using some leftover hotel points. Then we drove 100 beautiful miles west to Mount Revelstoke National Park. The main attraction at Revelstoke was the mountain itself, and a fabulous road that went to the top, twisting and turning like a corkscrew. My back twisted and turned just a little too much and locked up on me, for the first time since beginning this trip. It was extremely painful, and unlike my usual episodes, sitting and driving was more difficult than walking or standing. Under the circumstances, I was really glad to have Carl with me, to take over as the chauffeur while I squirmed around, trying in vain to get comfortable in the passenger seat. From the top the mountain, I took some lovely pictures of the Columbia River valley far below, framed by alpine meadows loaded with late season wildflowers.


    View of the Columbia River from atop Mount Revelstoke


    View to the east from atop Mount Revelstoke


    Rain started falling as we explored the mountaintop, the raindrops dimpling this small lake. Then it started coming down harder, forcing us back into the Jeep

    On the long drive back to Golden, we retraced our route along the Trans-Canada Highway. This time, instead of driving straight through, we made numerous stops. Yet another Canadian national park straddled this section of the road—Glacier National Park (which has no relation whatsoever to Glacier National Park in the United States). This Glacier National Park features high mountains, including Rogers Pass, a critically important route through the Rockies for both the highway and the railroad. Logically enough, there are also many active glaciers, as well as rivers, lakes, caves, and dense forests. The entire area is teeming with wildlife.


    Looking east toward Rogers Pass, a critically important route through this formidable wall of mountains


    Skunk Cabbage board walk, Glacier National Park. The large leafy plants are unique to the wetlands in the interior of British Columbia. They take their name from the rather pungent aroma produced when the “cabbages” flower, in early spring.


    The Giant Cedars Boardwalk, in Glacier National Park. This lovely boardwalk, built of cedar planks, winds through an old growth rain forest, containing huge trees that rank among the oldest living things in British Columbia.

    Back in Golden at last, every hotel was booked to capacity, but we’d scored our room at the Holiday Inn early that morning, so we were, well—golden!

    Next Up: Kootenay, Lake Louise, Banff (the town), and Waterton Lakes National Park

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    Pretty amazing photos.

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    Pretty amazing place!

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    That photo of the boardwalk made me want to do a Mary Poppins, jump into the picture and take a hike! Such a beautiful place!


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    Quote Originally Posted by DonnaR57 View Post
    That photo of the boardwalk made me want to do a Mary Poppins, jump into the picture and take a hike! Such a beautiful place!


    Donna
    Hi, Donna!

    That would be a pretty good trick. (Especially if you could jump back in time as well!) I really loved that Giant Cedars boardwalk in Glacier N.P., and it's such an organic structure; it flows through that old growth forest, as if it's always been there. Since you enjoyed it, you might get a kick out of this other photo from the same place:



    Keep checking back, there's more to come!

    Rick

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    Default Emerald Lake vs Lake Louise: “And the winner is…”

    Day 49: Monday, August 10th


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    (This map shows Rick's route between Mount Revelstoke, British Columbia and Lethbridge, Alberta. The following areas that Rick visited could not be mapped this time of year, due to winter road closures -- this is a Google Maps policy -- but we'll add these maps later in the year. The areas excluded included Cameron Lake, Red Rock Canyon, and Red Rock Parkway in the Waterton Lakes National Park).

    Everyone we spoke to in and around Yoho National Park raved about Emerald Lake, one of the area’s premiere attractions, so of course we had to check it out for ourselves. We left our hotel in Golden reasonably early that next morning and drove east on Highway 1, the Trans-Canada, headed back toward Banff. Along the way, we spotted a family of mountain sheep grazing beside the road, so we stopped to take a quick photo:


    Mountain sheep, grazing beside the Trans-Canada in British Columbia. The animals were obviously quite accustomed to being around people, as they took no notice of us, much less of the traffic whizzing by on the busy highway.

    The Trans-Canada cuts right through the middle of Yoho National Park, and the turnoff for Emerald Lake was right near the main Visitor’s Center in Field. We drove five miles or so into the woods until we reached a very busy parking area. Our first views of the lake were through breaks between the trees; we couldn’t see the whole thing, just snatches of it, but the color was astonishing, unlike anything I’d ever seen!


    First view of Emerald Lake, through breaks in the trees that line the road leading in from the highway

    This lake, which is fed by snow melt and the outflow from surrounding glaciers, is loaded with fine silt composed primarily of powdered limestone, a unique variety of “rock flour,” created by the abrasive action of glacial ice grinding its way down rocky slopes. The rock in this area is particularly rich in calcium carbonate, which refracts the blue, and especially the green spectrum of light, imparting a vivid hue to the water. The relative concentration of suspended minerals changes with the seasons, and, as a result, so does the color of the lake. Early August was apparently a fine time to visit, and as a result there were crowds, including a fair number of chartered tour buses. I can’t speak for my friend Carl, but personally, the crowds didn’t bother me. I was in awe of that lake, which has to be one of the beautiful bodies of water I’ve ever seen.


    A family in a rented canoe enjoying a peaceful paddle on Emerald Lake, Yoho National Park

    We spent an hour or two exploring the area, hiking some of the trails that encircle the lake, and drinking in the views. The Emerald Lake Lodge is a high-end establishment situated right on the lake shore, and many of the rooms have a view. It would be an ideal spot for a romantic getaway, but in the peak summer season (when the lake is at its greenest) you’ll pay dearly for the privilege.


    Emerald Lake Lodge, an elegant resort property on the shore of Emerald Lake

    The lake had long been a special place for the indigenous people in the area, but it was unknown to the rest of the world until it was “discovered” by a Canadian trail guide named Tom Wilson, who ran into it accidentally back in 1882, while tracking a string of horses that had gotten away from him. It was Wilson who gave the lake its name, but it wasn’t the first time he’d named a pristine body of water “Emerald Lake.” Earlier in that same year, he discovered another lake, about 20 miles east; that lake had a very similar green color, so Tom had called that one “Emerald Lake” as well. In the case of that first one, the name didn’t stick. Some other folks came along after Tom Wilson and renamed his initial discovery, calling it “Lake Louise.”

    That’s where we were headed next. Lake Louise is the most famous attraction in the Canadian Rockies. An emerald colored lake backed by glacier-clad mountains, site of an iconic, World Class hotel called the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise, built more than 100 years ago by the forward thinking owners of the Canadian Pacific Railroad. The setting—the Lake, the mountains, and the magnificent hotel forms a tableau like no other, and a destination that draws travelers from all over the world. In practical terms, that popularity translated into ridiculous crowds. The available parking was woefully inadequate, giving rise to a situation much like what we experienced at the campground in Yoho. People who couldn’t find a legal parking place simply parked their cars on any available plot of ground: driveways, fire lanes, access roads, grassy medians. That “to-heck-with-it” attitude created a fair bit of chaotic gridlock as drivers vied for parking spaces that didn’t really exist. When we finally found a spot to park the Jeep, we set off toward the hotel and I spotted a Park Ranger walking around with a clipboard, jotting down license numbers. “Do you guys even DO anything about this?” I inquired, pointing toward a long row of vehicles parked along a sidewalk.

    “They’re all going to be towed,” she assured me, smiling primly. “And the fines are substantial!”

    I took some comfort from that, because I’d just spent one heck of a long time driving in circles before finally getting lucky. We spent perhaps an hour wandering around. The lake is gorgeous, every bit as lovely as advertised, and I took some great photos. Even still, if I’m being honest, the crowd spoiled it for me, and as beautiful as it was, I’d have to say that I liked Emerald Lake much better! Do me a favor, and please, don’t tell anyone! If the world finds out about it, they’ll overrun Yoho the same way they overran Banff!


    Lake Louise, Banff National Park


    On the grounds of the elegant Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise


    The view from the restaurant dining room at the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise

    After we left Lake Louise, we drove 25 miles or so to a place called Marble Canyon, at the north end of Kootenay National Park, which abuts the southwest corner of Banff. This was a very cool spot: a fast-flowing creek walled in by an extremely narrow, dramatically steep sided gorge. There are multiple waterfalls within the gorge, and the water is that same extraordinary blue-green as the glacial lakes. A paved walkway runs along the edge of the gorge, and there are multiple observation points. Marble Canyon is one of many worthwhile things to see in Kootenay, but it would have taken more time than we had to spare, so we turned around and headed back to the town of Banff, where we hoped to find a campground with space available.


    The Marble Canyon gorge, Kootenay National Park


    Waterfall in Marble Canyon, Kootenay National Park

    We did indeed find a good spot to camp, just outside of Banff. We paid the fee and set up the tent, and then, because we hadn’t yet run out of daylight, we took a drive around the area, to see what we could see. We found a fantastic overlook on Tunnel Mountain Road, with a fabulous view of Mount Rundle and the Bow River. There was a footpath from the overlook, the Hoodoos Trail. We hiked a short distance for a better look at the hoodoos. Certainly not the biggest or most colorful hoodoos I’ve ever seen, but the setting? Oh, my!


    Mount Rundle and the Bow River from the Hoodoos Trail Overlook, Banff National Park


    Hoodoos, with the Bow River down below, Banff National Park


    In the town of Banff, the Canadian Pacific Railroad built another luxurious hotel, the Fairmont Banff Springs, part of the same family of elegant hotels as the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise. We didn’t stay there! We slept in my tent ;-)

    After our little drive, we had dinner at a decent restaurant in the town, and then we crashed at our reasonably comfortable camp site.

    Day 50: Tuesday, August 11th

    The next morning, we packed up and drove east out of Banff toward Calgary, turning south on AB Route 22 just before we got to the city. From there, we drove close to 200 miles more to Waterton Lakes National Park, the last of the Parks in the Canadian Rockies, right on the border with Montana. Waterton Lakes is known as the place where the mountains meet the prairie. It is immediately adjacent to Glacier National Park in the United States, and the two beautiful parks taken together are known as the Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park.

    As might be expected from the name, water is a central feature in this park, which boasts lakes, streams, waterfalls, and wetlands, in addition to the stunning mountain scenery. Right near the town of Waterton there is an unusual crisscross cascade called Cameron Falls. This waterfall is pretty cool on a normal day, but during periods of heavy rain, there’s not only more water flowing, there’s also an unusual red sediment that washes down the stream and turns the falls a lovely shade of pink.


    Cameron Falls, a most unusual three-way waterfall in Waterton Lakes National Park. Under certain conditions, reddish sediment washes into the stream and turns the cascade pink!

    We spent several hours exploring this remarkable place, driving just about every road, and seeing some very cool views. Like everywhere we’d been so far, the park deserved a lot more time than we had available. My friend was on a schedule: we had to get him to Salt Lake City by the morning of the 17th, just six days away, to catch his flight back to San Francisco. We had a lot of miles to cover, and there were some seriously amazing attractions along the way.


    Cameron Lake in Waterton Lakes National Park, a popular place to go boating


    The Prince of Wales Hotel, high on a hill offering beautiful views of the Waterton Lakes


    Red Rock Canyon, a beautiful place to get your feet wet in Waterton Lakes National Park


    Red Rock Parkway, Waterton Lakes N.P.


    Streams and marshland, Waterton Lakes: water, water everywhere

    From Waterton Lakes, we took AB-5 east and then north to the town of Lethbridge. That was nearly an hour out of our way, since we were headed back to the U.S., but Carl had a friend in Lethbridge, the son of a Canadian foreign service officer that Carl worked with when he was stationed in Pakistan, quite a number of years before. The young man, Philip, had been just a boy the last time Carl saw him; Carl's own kids were about the same age, and the two families spent a fair bit of time together over the course of several years in that very foreign country. Philip was all grown up now, a newly minted barrister doing a two year stint in this “frontier outpost” as a prosecutor for the crown, getting trial experience, learning the ropes. Philip and his fiancé, also a new attorney, had a lovely home, and they bent over backwards to make us welcome. Showed us around the town, cooked us a great dinner, and put us up for the night. It was an enjoyable evening and a delightful change of pace; in the scheme of things, well worth the extra time and mileage.

    Next up: Back in the U.S., back in the U.S., back in the U.S. of A!
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    Day 51: Wednesday, August 12th

    The next morning, we retraced our route on AB-5 from Lethbridge southwest as far as Cardston, then we switched to AB-2, and drove due south to the U.S border, just north of the tiny town of Babb, Montana. Customs was a drive-thru type of arrangement. We stopped at the barrier, and handed our passports through my driver’s side window to a customs agent in the equivalent of a toll booth. He glanced at the Passports, glanced at us, asked us where we’d been, and “How do the two of you know each other?”

    “Old friends since high school!” we chimed in unison.

    That brought a big smile. “That’s great,” he said, handing me the passports. “Welcome back to the U.S.A.!”

    That was the full extent of our Customs inspection, so off we went down US 89. As we drove along, we spotted a small herd of beautiful horses gathered in a pasture alongside the road. We stopped to snap a few photos, and they struck some terrific poses for us. They weren’t wild horses; I could read the brands on several of the animals through my telephoto lens, but they weren’t docile domesticated beasts, either. You could see it in their attitude: proud, perhaps a bit haughty, free to run and wander at will across a vast territory, in the manner of their feral ancestors on the Eurasian steppe. We watched them, just for a short while, until they all took off at a gallop, manes and tails streaming, a magnificent spectacle. This was an “only in Montana moment,” and it happened for us less than five minutes after entering the state!


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    (This map shows Rick's route between Lethbridge, Alberta and Helena, Montana, with the exception of the portion on Going-To-The-Sun Road, currently closed for the winter...A less-direct route was used between St. Mary and West Glacier because of the winter closure of Going-To-The-Sun Road.)


    A herd of semi-wild horses, alongside the road near Glacier National Park in the Big Sky Country of Montana

    Ten miles south of the border crossing we came to the town of Babb, where we turned west on Route 3, which follows a fast running stream into the Many Glacier section of Glacier National Park. After about 5 miles we came to a small dam that widened the stream into a fair sized body of water known as Lake Sherburne, and a couple of miles beyond that was the Many Glacier entrance to this extraordinary National Park. There was no fee to enter—not for us, anyway, thanks to my dearly beloved lifetime Senior Pass—so we drove right in with a smile and a wave. The scenery was, in a word, stunning. We were immediately adjacent to Waterton Lakes National Park in Canada, but the views here were dramatically different. The mountains were bigger, the vistas were wider, and the sky! That classic “Big Sky” of Montana, spread across what seemed a limitless horizon filled with extraordinary clouds, but, sadly, at least partly obscured by a smoky haze.


    Lake Sherburne, alongside Many Glacier Road (Route 3); the noticeable haze came from several active wildfires


    A hazy Mount Wilbur, from Many Glacier Road


    Mountains and Glaciers and Clouds, oh my!

    The further we drove, the more extraordinary the views; the sort of place that leaves the most jaded world traveler wide-eyed in wonder. Sadly for us, despite the relatively clear skies, the smoky haze was a constant. The summer of 2015 was particularly bad for wildfires in that part of Montana; there was a big one in the eastern section of the National Park that had been burning since mid-July, destroying thousands of acres of pristine forest and casting a pall across the whole region. That fire was barely contained, and just two days earlier, lightning had sparked yet another huge fire in the south central section of the park, bringing the number of active fires to three. The Many Glacier area was spared from the worst of it by fortuitous geography; the advance of the flames, as well as most of the smoke was blocked off by a steep wall of mountains. Route 3 ended at a built up area with a motel and campground. About half a mile before the end of the road was another parking area, with a fancier hotel; from there, we hiked a very short trail to a very cool spot: Swiftcurrent Falls, a cascade that tumbles down a steep rocky ravine, with a pyramid-shaped peak, Mount Wilbur, nicely framed in the background.


    Swiftcurrent Falls and Mount Wilbur, Glacier National Park

    We reversed course and drove back out of the Many Glacier area, all the way back to Babb, where we rejoined US 89. South from there along the shore of Lower Saint Mary Lake to the itty bitty town of Saint Mary, where there are some shops and eateries, a campground, and a National Park Visitor Center. Saint Mary is the main eastern entrance to Glacier National Park, and it’s the turn-off for the Going-to-the-Sun Road, an extraordinary 50 mile-long scenic drive that traverses the width of the park, crossing the continental divide at 6600 foot Logan Pass. This road, built in the 1920s, receives snowfall amounts that are biblical in proportion; it can take as much as ten weeks to clear all that snow off the road every spring, before they can open it for the all-too-brief summer season. In 2015, the short season was further abbreviated by the smoke from the wildfires, which was so dangerously thick they’d been forced to close the road altogether for most of the previous month.

    The day we arrived was the first day the iconic road was open again, so of course we had to drive it, despite the smoke and haze. One thing that was actually in our favor: the fires had caused so many travelers to change their plans, Glacier N.P. was significantly less crowded than usual, and the volume of traffic on the scenic road was a fraction of what it would have been on a normal day in August. That said, the smoke, most of it from the new fire burning to the south, was so heavy in the air that we could scarcely see the mountains; at one point, we drove through an area of blackened trees, where the fire had burned a swath through the forest on both sides of the road, leaving behind the stench of smoldering ash. This was far worse than my experience on Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park (See post #14 in this thread); this was so bad that it was hardly worth the trouble of making the drive, and at that, it was quite a disappointment.


    The beautiful mountains were lost in the smoky haze along Going-to-the-Sun Road



    Having had plenty of experience driving in fog and other questionable weather, I’ve found that when distant views are obscured or otherwise unavailable, it pays to slow down and pay extra attention to the road, and the roadside. On Going-to-the-Sun, that old habit paid off when I spotted a lovely little waterfall, surrounded by wildflowers.


    Small cascade along the side of the Going-to-the-Sun Road

    By the time we got to the end of the Sun Road in West Glacier, it was already 3:00 in the afternoon. Our next destination was Yellowstone National Park, on the southern border of Montana. From West Glacier to West Yellowstone was almost 400 miles, and on those two-lane highways, we were going to need at least 7, probably more like 8 hours just to drive it. No way could we make that in one shot, not with such a late start, so we set our sights on Helena, the capital of Montana, which was in the middle of the state, about a 4 hour drive to the south. We took US 2 to Montana State Route 35, and followed that to the point where Montana Route 83 splits off and travels east, then south along the Swan River, and the ten mile long Swan Lake. At Clearwater we turned east on Montana Route 200, just for a few miles, to Montana Route 141. That one took us south again to a junction with US 12, and US 12 led us into Helena. The drive was basically uneventful, but at one point we got a pretty great view of a storm in the valley below us; we could see storm clouds and rain falling on the left, while there was sunshine and a gorgeous rainbow on the right. (That is the way rainbows work, after all! ;-)


    With the rain, there comes a rainbow. (Sometimes two of ‘em at once!)

    Helena is pretty small, as capital cities go. The town’s largest employer is (I’m guessing) the State of Montana, and aside from state government, there’s not a lot going on. What that meant for us was relatively inexpensive options for lodging: we got ourselves a double room at the Motel 6 for forty-five bucks, the cheapest night’s stay (other than campgrounds) on this entire trip. I’m happy to report that the room was NOT a dump! It was very basic, of course, but clean, and perfectly acceptable. While out on the town in search of dinner, we took a spin by the State Capital Building:


    Montana State Capitol at sunset

    Felt like a long day, but it was definitely a good one!

    Next up: Yellowstone!
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