We arrived unaware that the three-day Heritage Weekend was upon us. Known to be the busiest weekend for all of the parks throughout Canada, no less than five people, including two park rangers, told us that we better have a campsite by Thursday and plan to hunker down until Monday. We tried Johnston Canyon Campground, right on 1A, the Bow Valley Parkway, one of our favorite routes. But the train whistle blew just a hundred yards or so from our campsite. We retreated back to Two Jac Campground, where we spent our first night all alone on our loop. We felt fortunate to find an open campground before 11 am. By 5 pm, the park was filled.
After a harrowing effort trying to reconnoiter the narrow streets of Banff, we decided to spend Friday morning doing laundry and refilling with gasoline in nearby Canmore. That afternoon, we took Rox on one of our favorite hikes up Rockbound Lake and let Rox take a dip in the creek. It is so great to see a Golden smile!
Even today... a day that we thought would be quiet... the lines to get into the park extend nearly a mile in either direction. Traffic in the area is down to a crawl. Canadians do love their parks and outdoors!
After Rox took another dip at Rockbound Lake trail this morning (and our Golden girl hiked over a half mile with us!), we sit in the truck at the Canmore Visitor's Center, catching up on emails and the blog. It is a cooler day than we have been having, with temperatures in the 70s. We have been surprised at how warm the temperatures have been. It has gotten into the low 90s several days in a row. Thankfully, the temperatures always drop into the low 60s or 50s at night.
The good news is that there are definitely worse places to be stuck. Because of its beauty, David and I have traveled this area for nearly 30 years. In spite of all of the traffic, we have stumbled upon fields ablaze with flowers after a fire ravaged this meadow. I was alone, taking photos of the flower field early yesterday morning. As I turned to head back to the truck, I saw David pointing frantically off into the woods. I was surprised to see that dozens of cars were stopping. Low and behold, two enormous bull elk were entering the meadow, about fifty yards ahead of me. They were beautiful beasts, with full racks still in velvet. I hightailed it back to the truck for my long lens.
Flowerfiled in Banff National Park |
Elk grazing flowers in Banff National Park |
Elk in velvet |
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