Today’s assignment was to get halfway to Whistler (which was over 600 miles and we aren’t doing that again). As we cruised by Calgary we saw both an incredible number of cookie-cutter developments that made South San Francisco look like an architectural design contest, and the first hint of the Rocky Mountains.
We made a slight detour for fuel (once again the GPS could not find a Shell station, sending us to places where there has never been a gas station) and found ourselves on highway 1-A, running parallel to the Trans-Canada #1. It was very nice – rural, lots of river views, and the mountains coming slowly into view. We remembered Alice’s mother, having received our slides from our Alaska trip, asking us to stop taking pictures of mountains. Good advice, but one has to take a few.
Approaching from the west on the Trans-Canada Highway. Although it did not rain much, clouds were with us until we crossed the divide, and even a bit after that.
From one of the few scenic overlooks.
Alice and the renovated Chateau Lake Louise. Lots of Clark’s Nutcrackers. We stopped for lunch here. The public parking was full and the shuttle started several miles down the road, so we took a chance on hotel parking. Our lunch was very good but plebian. Alice had a Lamburger, and I had a house special Hamburger. The portions were large and we left most of the buns behind. With a glass of prosecco and a glass of fruit juice the bill came to $60, but we got Free Parking!!!!! Life’s little victories are precious.
We had a pleasant day with great scenery that you really have to experience personally. Now we’re halfway to Whistler, in Revelstoke, and once again half the motel customers are bikers. But nice bikers. They’re Canadian.
PS: almost forgot. As we walked in the village center, we passed a massage/spa/pachinko parlor with this advert:
I’d like Sarah’s opinion on Body Sugaring. Is it done like waxing, pouring a hot sugar solution on to sensitive parts of your body? Or is it like maple sugaring, where you stick a pipe in the tree and let the sap (sugar) drip out? Or do you ingest so much sugar that unwanted body hair simply falls off?
Revelstoke may be a more interesting town than we supposed.