Dy 13 - Lake Louise to Jasper
Aug 20, 2008
Sep 23, 2008
. Huge pieces of Rock rising up into the sky and standing so majestic - our photographs will ne er do them the full justice they deserve. We stooped at several points along the way and one was particularly memorable - Peyto Lake it is spectacular and we took a hike to a vantage point to truly enjoy the sight. It was an odd day - cold to begin with, requiring gloves and woolly hats and then hot later bringing shirt sleeves and shorts. Although the early morning had started with clouds and mist they quickly evaporated leaving clear blue skies for us to enjoy every view.
We stopped in the only campsite open in Jasper run as a Provincial Park campsite. We were very disappointed, although it was quiet, it was nearly a mile to the showers and we had no power hookup - we went dirty for the night. After supper we drove down to Jasper. As usual, Monty was a charmer, catching people eye as he marched along the High Street. Our journey back to the campsite was marked with out first roadside encounter of wild animals. A herd of Elk grazed their way along the side of the road, then across to move slowly away into the woods. The sight was matched only by the size of the herd of RVs that descended on the spectacle (3 for every Elk and as many digital cameras!). We had left the boy in the RV, whilst we captured the scene for our readers, but the herd decided to pass close by our vehicle (very close by in fact) and Monty went berserk and raced around the inside walls of RV barking madly. The Elk's never batted an eyelid. Once back at the campsite we sat by Candlelight and drank beer and wine.
We started off with a cold morning - it has been cold for the last few days - probably something to do with the altitude. After breakfast we stopped off at the shops, where we picked up a few mementos and then some essentials - woolly gloves to keep the hands warm and rubber gloves (for the pump out - no details necessary I assume). Then off we set on the epic journey from Lake Louise to Jasper. It might help if we filed this part of the blog with a running commentary made from the can of the RV on the journey - wow, ..... wow, ...... wow. As you can see there was not a lot said, but what was, said it all. There are just too many sights to mention and after only a few kilometres we had taken dozens of photographs, it was at that time that Phil told Chrissy that the journey was nearly 300kms and every one of them turned out to be as spectacular as the one before. What is very clear from the journey is that the Rockies are Rocky - I know this sounds odd, but unlike so many of the other worlds mountain ranges, the Rockies are just what it says on the tin - Rocky