The Hostel Bear
Trip Start Jul 29, 2008
6Trip End Aug 05, 2008
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The Hostel Bear
I am going to be helping out at the after parties again this year. The shifts supposedly go 'till 5:30am, So I Really Hope things wind up a little sooner than that. Guess I'll find out this weekend.
Change of Plans:
Usually I stay at the Wapiti Municipal camp ground at the north end of town. This offers two luxurious tenting options. For the longer term campers (or those who pay ahead, haha hippies!) there are plenty of shady sites amongst the trees
Alternatively, for the short term or overflow campers, there is always the open field. This offers proximity to all camp nightlife, all hours, so no need to feel like you're missing out. A second class status feeling from those in the treed area (they're just jealous cause you also enjoy....), a comfortable soft lawn on which to pitch your tent, plenty of neighbors near by. And of course, how could I forget, The ROAR of the train throughout the night.
This year, I took a different turn off into town or something, cause I felt disoriented trying to navigate my way through town. I'm a guy, so I felt Pretty confident I would find it if I just kept driving. I found myself going down Bow Valley trail and passed a place with a vacancy sign called The Hostel Bear. Hmmm, could be a hostel? All I had to do was turn around to find out, so of course I called information from the cell phone, and called the number to find out. (pulled over into a lot to do this of course. Safety first.) Low and Behold, Canmore has a Hostel! How could I have not looked into this before?
Never having really done the hostel thing, I figured I'd pay a week up front and expand my travel experience. Who could say no to the chance to experience dorm life as a grown adult. Getting a taste of this may pay off sometime when I have no choice. Night one provided me such comforts as a top bunk to climb into with my injured knee, a room full of young guys who have painstakingly decorated the room with their dirty clothes. I find the accompanying oder adds a certain je ne sais quoi. It also came with lights going on at strange hours, Loud drunk looong conversations in the middle of the night, equally loud morning conversations, A Slight congested feeling that can only come from hours of exposure to a medley of B.O. and I would not be giving full credit to this majestic location if I failed to mention the ROAR of the train throughout the night