I begin to stir early in the morning. It’s dark as I open my eyes. I know the day must begin so I force my self out of the warm blankets, peak out side and I am rewarded with the beauty of Whistler camp ground in Jasper National Park in Canada. It is incredible. The clouds hanging so low that they were touching the ground in our campsite. I could see the beautiful pine trees through them. I opened the sliding door on my van very carefully. I was very aware of the fact I was in wild territory and I was in Elk country. I didn’t want to scare one and become trampled or impaled. As I looked around I didn’t see any animals about. Even though I could only see about twenty feet I decided to see if Aarons camp has started stirring yet.
Today was a huge day. We had to travel back through Jasper into Banff. Hike to the glacier, drive to Drumheller visit the Museum and finish driving to the hotel. Tonight we will sleep in a real bed.
Aaron was awake as well. He was allready getting the stove out. Today we get to eat a warm breakfast. While breakfast was cooking we woke the rest of our traveling band. It was a rough one for Aarons crew. He ended up dumping Mason out of his sleeping bag right onto Katie. Once everyone began moving and started eating they all remembered where we were and the spirits lifted.
After breakfast Aaron had that rig in travel mode in record time. I had to dump my tanks so my four climbed in the van and we were off. Aaron decided to head towards the town of Jasper and start fueling. The first time we split up and we successfully lost each other. Cell phones didn’t have service. We were out of radio range. Somehow directions were not clearly relayed. We started towards Jasper hoping that we find Aaron and Bam!
Elk we see that the camp hosts are not lying. On the road in front of us is a huge cow elk. Very cool.
We did eventually find Aaron. Luckily his rig sticks out from the crowd and it was crowded. Jasper is a small town but very busy at the time we visited. We fueled the rigs and high tailed it back through Jasper into Banff. It seemed like a true sin. The scenery was amazing and we had no time to stop and soak it up.
It didn’t take us long to find the visitor center in Banff. It overlooks the Colombia ice fields. Our hike in Banff was to the Glacier.
We got our souvenirs, drove across the street to the trail head and began hiking.
We found a sign that displayed how fast the glacier was retreating.
The year my wife was born. That year the glacier was at that spot and now you can see it in the back ground. Just in my wifes short life so far it has dwindled significantly.
Because of safety reasons we couldn’t just walk onto the Glacier. We had ten people and paying for guides and monster truck buses were not in our budget. We did get very close though. Impressive really.
Back in the parking lot we loaded up and tore out of there. We were on our way today to see the museum. Our headliner for this trip. The reason it all began. Hauling ten buns we were cruising. Then wham road construction. Not just construction but a dump truck had tipped over the side and down the mountain while dumping his load. He wasn’t the only one in a hurry to dump his load either. My oldest Kyan was ready to donate to the sewer system. Luckily we have a toilet in the van. After the close call of nature we were still waiting. So my wife decided to to provide my son with a refill. A teenage boy with an empty stomach is not a pleasant experience. She built Dagwood sandwiches to order for each person in our consist while I crept slowly towards the construction finish line. As Amber finished and Shanna
delivered the gourmet lunch ordered from the truck behind us we finally broke through and were moving with great speed again. All the way to Drumheller Canada and the Royal Tyrell Museum.
We made it. Check out these photos. It was amazing. Worth all the effort getting here.
They found a possible relative.
As we began to wind our museum experience down we realized that we needed dinner. It was late, we had a huge day and a long way to drive yet. While looking over the museum grounds
I went to Safari/Trip Advisor and found a local favorite. I called them, explained our predicament and even though they were fifteen minuets from closing they agreed that we needed to check them out anyways. They invited us to dine with them. This was the first time we had a meal prepared for us and it was well worth it. Very cool place called Bernie and The Boys Bistro.
We were all impressed with their knowledge of Utahs world famous fry sauce. They had some missionaries visit enough that they were familiar with that delicious sauce. If you don’t know what fry sauce is make your way to Utah USA. Hint it isn’t the picture above. That is Canada’s preferred way of eating fries, with gravy.
Once we finally left it was late the sun was down and we had a long ways to go. Aaron had reserved us two rooms with points that he had with all the travels he does with work. We had to get there first though. The ride was boring and many slept. In fact once we pulled into the parking lot and climbed out of our rides I found out how hard some had slept. Mason had an accident and Katie, Masons most favorite person in the world was his snuggle buddy and got the pleasure of being peed on. Luckily she was understanding. Upset but understanding. Todays adventure was finally over. A real bed and real showers awaited us and we were ready to fall into both.
Although today was done and our goal had been met the adventure was not finished. Tomorrow we head back into the United States and Yellowstone National Park.