When our headlamps shone before the sun did in Saint Mary, Montana we did not know this would be our last day on the road; the darkness around us paralleled our sight into the future.
Filling up the tank we head north as the victorious sun ascends in the east–assurance of some continuity. Alberta beckons, the wide open Montana sky a canvas for the morning’s paints. We quiet ourselves and hear the sweet song of Canadian parks, mountains & glaciers, trees & streams. We want to go there.
But first: coffee at the Tumbleweed in Nanton, Alberta: a homey place you’ve got to stop by–if you ever find yourself in Nanton. Onward!
Banff is so beautiful, and so are the 7,167,223 people with us in the park.
The crowds continued as we traveled west into British Columbia toward our home near Vancouver. We kept looking for an open camp site or accommodations elsewhere to no avail. So we kept driving. And driving. And we found a place to stay three hours from our house, but at that point we just wanted to be home, so that’s where we went. It was about time.
We can plan all we want for an adventure, but we always plan to be surprised. Life is kind of that way, isn’t it?