Note to self.
Don't lose the contest points.
Well at least you didn’t have to worry about calculating any points for me.
That probably saved you – ohhhhh - 0.4 of a nanosecond.
Got myself side tracked again but I’m caught back up on the story.
As for the commenting…
I think I’ll just hop back into the pool right hear.
Wednesday, September 21st.
It was a crisp, sunny morning in Jasper.
I was working the day watch out of the bunko division when the phone rang with a tip…
No wait wrong show…
Here let me flip the channel back to where you had it.
After a pleasant night's sleep
in our little cabin,
we woke up at 8:30am.
Ahhh, the travel channel…
That’s more like it.
And... it was flippin' cold!
No, wait; it’s either the weather channel or the natural disaster channel…
Does anyone else wonder why they
have wood stacked up...
if no one has a wood burning fireplace?
Were this Disney…
We’d call such a thing: “a charming atmospheric detail”
(and of course there’d be complimentary background music gently emanating from a hidden speaker somewhere in that pile of wood)
I kinda don't mind this
"not really having an agenda" thing.
It has its merits
I do believe in rope drop...
but sometimes it sucks!
Well, yeah, but you’re not supposed to actually say that out loud.
That’s one of the world’s “Third Truths”
(What is with the chickens??)
They’re an advance recon unit sent to Earth from planet: Gallus.
They spy on us (making special note of those going back for seconds on the eggs) and then report the information collected to the invasion planning commission back on the home world.
Ruby really liked the fresh scones.
I started to laugh.
I pointed out that she was a woman sconed.
She pointed out that if I wrote that
I'd probably lose readers.
Nope…
You gained me back.
Ok, ok, I know…
That’s actually worse than losing thirty other readers but still…
Whoops! Guess she was right.
She’s always right.
You know that.
Doesn’t mean that you have to admit it.
Accept it, yes; admit it…
Ehhh.
Crossing the Athabasca river.
Purrrrty!
(We had started our walk at the "interpretive Plaza"
which we completely ignored.
Not quite in need of an interpreter just yet, I take it.
Which is how we wound up bypassing
the "1st bridge".)
Clever naming system they got working there.
Concise…
To the point…
Again... looking almost straight down.
Annnnnddd... again, the photo sucks.
It was impressive.
Just take my word for it.
Actually, even in the photo, it’s impressive.
No doubt the actual experience would be so much more grand.
To say that this walk
was a trip highlight
is not an understatement.
You’ve insured that it’s now on my list of places that I need to get to.
(don’t know about the how, when, or if of the matter… but the need has been established)
Okay... I'm really torn between these
next two photos.
They're both of the same spot.
Which do you prefer?
(bonus point opportunity.)
The second one shows more detail and the complexity of that part of the system.
The first one though focuses more on the unrelenting power of the water as it steadily works its will on the stone that futilely conspires to contain it. I like that imagery just a little bit better.
The best part of walking
the Maligne Canyon trail,
is that it's all downhill!
Ummmm…
A rare sighting indeed…
Did she dope slap you for posting that one or has she not yet realized that you’ve done so.
Quite the view there…
That easily qualifies as being majestic.
By some cruel twist of fate,
the trail had been redesigned
in the few minutes we'd been off it,
and was now almost all up hill!
What kind of sick trick was this???
Mother Nature has been known to be quite contemptuous of mere mortals.
A few seconds after I commenced my ascent,
an older couple from Ohio
(Betty and George. Say hi everyone!)
Hey Betty!
Hey George!
Hope Cousin Madge isn’t having too much of a time looking after y’all’s fifteen bullmastiffs way back at home in Ohio.
I don't know why everyone always
assumes I know where to go,
Apparently you just don’t look like you’re lost.
Constipated, maybe, but not lost.
(Do not tell me where to go!)
Bite tongue…
Bite tongue…
Bite tongue…
(dang, that hurts)
They told me they had to get back to their
bus in five minutes.
Well, they’ll certainly have a good story about how they missed the bus once they get back to the Rancho Bullmastiff in Ohio.
If they get back to Ohio…
So... cafeteria type food.
But!
They had clam chowder...
and strawberry rhubarb pie.
Mmmmmmm…
Pie.
"Original canoe from the movie classic
'Rosemarie' which starred
Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddy."
Cool I suppose, but my question is:
Was the fell’a at the cashier’s counter fretting over having lost his wallet or begging them for the love of all that is decent and holy to please not play that song over the intercom.
Since it was so sunny,
we decided to eat outside.
And just about froze to death.
But the conditions should have helped you out a bit with hitting the high notes.
That is some seriously beautiful country up that way.
Yeah…
I suppose you could say that.
I mean... who doesn't like pie???
Crazy people…
(or not crazy enough)
Pie is just about the most perfect food <slash> delivery-system devised
But then again, my definition of pie is also rather expansive.
Just ask Mark…
Even he thinks I’ve completely lost it on that subject
If you haven't seen it...
we both enjoyed it.
Duly noted.
I don’t watch very many movies so I’ll keep that one in mind.
Having missed four or five updates, I’m pretty sure this is rather a moot point now.
Like I said…
It no longer really matters what I think here.
1. What the heck. What time do we wake up?
Oh…
All right, what the heck.
8:00
2. We leave Jasper. What time?
9:30
3. What do we do before we leave... of course.
One last gift shop.
Oh, and fill the gas tank.
4. You might want to Google.
What do we do between Jasper and Banff?
(More than one answer possible.)
Columbia Icefield
(there’s so much that needs to be done on that drive, though)
5. What time do we get into Banff?
7:30
Most of the folks in my household are lefties so our motto is: always go left.
Still waiting on you to answer my question.
to the TR!
