Now that is hard to believe; only one week to go and we’ll be back home. Technically a week and a day, as we get back just after lunchtime next Friday. The view from the lovely room isn’t the most inspiring we have ever had, I must admit but as you saw yesterday the room itself is just fine. It’s got everything except the kitchen sink, but wait!
It’s really good to have a day ‘off’ as it were, where we are not doing anything. A cup of tea and then off to our familiar laundrette and while the washing was washing, breakfast was taken at another hotel down the road. This place is purely a B without the other ‘B’! While the washing tumble dried and another goods train passed, I went in search of an extra memory card for the video camera; just in case. Then we wandered to the tiny Jasper museum, a real eye opener on the old days round these parts. It first began to be developed in the mid sixties; I wonder what it looked like in 1968, when I joined LWT?
My education has been severely lacking I have to admit, in that I never really thought about Canadian Indians, or First Nation dwellers as they are now called. I only ever saw cowboy films with Indians in them from America and until now I never properly realised that there was such a thing as a native Canadian; so those totum poles back in Vancouver came as a bit of a cultural shock. A sheltered existence, I know! So why did they never make films about Canadian early settlers? Was there no Canadian equivalent to John Wayne? Someone on the Rocky Mountaineer posed this question and mused that the early building of the railways would make a great movie; the story is very evocative and hundreds of Chinese gave their lives in its making. Speaking of which, if one of those goods trains stops you at a level crossing, boy do you stay stopped, while it trundles slowly past.
So then to lunch above the streets; a restaurant that has a first floor balcony. The mountains today were incredibly clear, given the smoke haze that has been hanging about lately. Those forest fires are by no means all out yet and huge acres are still alight and burning.
A lot of that snow is fresh since we were last here. Oh yes, and if you want a unique way of transporting your kids around, why not try your own personal train? And I got a better shot of that T shirt poster, because this sure does feel like Deep South cowboy country to me. I do get kinda nervous every time a nice bearded gentleman comes anywhere near me and there are a lot of them about, trust me.
And as we near the end of this truly amazing trip, if anyone was worried how Dillon was getting on staying with Hannah then fret not. (Rita!)
I think he is coping just fine, and as we said before, we both have a funny feeling he may not want to return home. Tomorrow a trip on Lake Maligne; well we couldn’t sit still for long could we? 😉 And let’s hope there is no huge bear involvement.
Last time was a bit too close for comfort. 😱 And he was a big one.
Take care and thank you for reading!
M & M 🇨🇦🇨🇦🦅🦅 🚢🚢🐋🐋