The mother who cried wolf

The weather was cold during the night so we afforded ourselves a sleep in to try and defrost. Once up and on our way we had three different bear sightings. All of them seemed to be aware that cars had stopped and were watching them, but were quite content to just stroll along munching on the foliage.

We saw many different lakes on our roadtrip, but the most spectacular was undoubtedly Peyto Lake. The glacier-fed lake was a surreal turquoise, even more so when the sun came out. You’ll be able to see from the photos just how breathtaking it is. You couldn’t even paint something that beautiful. I remember talking with my friend Troy whilst I was working at The Royal Bank of Scotland, he was jealous of our trip and said that he really wanted to see the Icefield Parkway. If you read this mate, get yourself over and check it out, you’ll love it.

Once we’d dragged ourselves away from the Lake we headed to Athabasca falls. The water was surging over the falls, amazingly one breed of fish make it up the river to bread, not sure exactly how.

Next up was crows foot glacier, a large glacier that spreads across the side of a mountain range. Shortly after seeing it we were driving along a wooded area, when Mum yelled out wolf, we backed the car up and checked out her so-called wolf. It was a tree stump. Or ‘a branch with ears’, according to Mum.

We pulled into Jasper late in the afternoon, it is a picturesque town similar to Banff. We found our campsite, and this time Dad and I made sure we didn’t ask if they’d seen any bears to avoid the mocking. However Mum asked for a campsite that was close to the toilets and showers, but not too close, with a view and no bears in sight. The guy laughed and I think wondered if she was a recovering alcoholic. I guess it worked though as we ended up with a good site, probably the ‘penthouse suite’ of the campground.

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