Glacier National Park and Banff, Canada
July 23 - August 8, 2013
The Great Train Escape
Rain was predicted for the Lake Louise area so we drove to Jasper in Jasper National Park, the largest park in the Canadian Rockies.
Along the way we took a short hike to Peyton Lake. Peyto is like many other lakes in the area, a brilliant blue/green color. It is considered by some as one of the 25 most colorful lakes in the world.
We stood on an overlook and viewed Peyto from several hundred feet above the lake. At every other lake there were people on the shore, boating or swimming. There was no one below us. The lake lay calm and tranquil. Even from a crowded viewing area, the peacefulness of the lake could be felt. It was a special place.
The 3 hour drive on the Icefields Parkway to Jasper was gorgeous. Spectacular. A lot of wows. We stopped to view the Columbia Ice Field and it is impressive, but a lot smaller than it has been in the past.
We were in the town of Jasper for such a short period of time, we don't have much to report. As in all of this area, the flowers were beautiful. It was interesting to see that
every house we saw in the town had a fence around it. Do you think the fences were to keep the people in or the bears out?
We drove a few miles outside of Jasper to the Fairmont Jasper Park Lodge and enjoyed lunch on the patio overlooking the grounds. The cabins situated around the lodge made us think of the setting of the movie Dirty Dancing (cabins were a tad more luxurious at the Jasper Fairmont).
On the drive back to Lake Louise we saw 3 deer and finally got a close look at a bear. The deer were eating along a busy road and we were afraid to stop for fear they would get spooked and run onto the highway. The bear, however, was eating in the woods along an isolated area of a road. When we stopped, he came up the slight incline one car in front of us. As he came along the road toward us, he never looked at us or gave any indication he cared we were watching him. It appeared he was at a buffet - going from bush to bush pulling them toward him and stripping them of berries. After he passed our car he turned to go back into the woods, but stopped to scratch his back first. Good show, fuzzy bear. Thanks
Remember this poem?
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy
Was he?
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