Saturday, July 5, 2014


Today we opted for the much heralded Waterton Inter-nation Shoreline Cruise.  The 10:00 departure would allow us to do a little hiking on the U.S. side from the Goat Haunt Port of Entry.  That required us to get moving a little earlier than normal, but every now and then you just have to make some sacrifices.  On the way into town, we had to pull over for the Big Horn Sheep parade.

It was early, 9 am, and we were heading into town to take the Waterton Lake Cruise.

My camera was stowed in the backpack and David's was tucked away in the backseat.

If you could have seen me frantically trying to retrieve David's camera, you would have laughed.

David managed to capture the magnificent beasts (bad hair day, notwithstanding.)

We got our tickets early which allowed us to explore the Waterton township a bit.  Joani deemed a lot of the houses "adorable".  We found Cameron Falls just a few blocks away from the lake.  It was quite an unexpected surprise - there was a lot of water coming over the falls making for some nice shots.


The cruise was only about half booked, so there was a lot of room.  We sat on the top in the wind and I wished I had brought a jacket.  I believe we were told the water in the lake never gets above about 60 degrees.  I suspect it was a lot colder than that and coupled with the 50 mile per hour wind - it was cold!

The International was built the same year as the Prince of Wales Hotel, 1927.





The lake and scenery were beautiful.  We crossed the border with little fanfare.  It was clearly marked with a clear-cut line along the 49th parallel (apparently, a treaty requires the clear delineation of the border). 



The little structure in the center of the picture down by the tree line is where, in 1927, they built the boat we were cruising in.  It is also where it is stored for the winter.



A parting shot of our boat.  Let's just hope it comes back for us!

As we were presenting our passports for entry into the U.S., it was difficult not to think about the absurdity of the process given just exactly where we were.  It's not like we could of continued on into the country from here - the only way out was by the same boat that brought us here.


Kootenai Lakes were supposed to be one of the best moose habitats in the park.  We were looking forward to seeing many moose.  The CBE (Customs & Border Enforcement) officers said there was a grizzly sighting earlier, so we should we be cautious.  The trail was 4 km (about 2.5 miles) one way with very little elevation change, so it was an easy hike.  What caused us a little concern was the requirement for us to be back in less than three hours.  We're not usually in much of a hurry.

Bear Grass is such a whimsical plant it brings Dr. Seuss to my mind.

Bear Grass is not really a grass.  It is in the Lily family.

We made it to Kootenai Lake, but where are the moose?

12:30 is not a good time for wildlife viewing.  All intelligent creatures are napping.

A parting view of the lake.  Our time was limited.  If we were not back on the dock at 2:30, the boat would leave without us.  

The rocks in the creek bed look so vibrant when wet, but when dry on the path, not so much.

We made it back by 2:00.  Hiking under a time constraint puts a pep in your step!

Crossing the international border on our way back into Canada.

The captain paused the boat to point out this wrinkle in the cliff.  It takes powerful forces to cause a fold like this!

This hotel looks much better from afar. Built in 1927, it was named after Prince Edward, who later became King Edward VIII.



It stays light so late that we decided to take a little road trip to Red Rock Canyon.  What amazing luck to see a mother Grizzly and her two cubs ambling along the roadside as we entered the park.  They were about 40 feet off of the roadway and oblivious to the traffic jam they caused.

A Grizzly and her cubs meandering to the side of the road - We did not get out of the car!

What else could they call this but Red Rock Canyon?  The name slighted the purple cast to the rock, but I shouldn't over think this.

"Magenta Rock Canyon" doesn't have the same ring as "Red Rock Canyon".  The color was amazing, but the lighting was not.

Too late in the afternoon for the sun to reach down in the canyon.  

Heading back to the car, I was passed by a man running with his camera - he said "there's a big black bear over there".  He was running towards it, so I thought I might take a look too.  It was the biggest black bear I have ever seen and there were two cubs along with her.

This black bear was foraging alongside the parking lot.  I hurried Sam into the car.

They were foraging through the woods ripping apart rotting trees looking for grubs.  The downed trees practically exploded into kindling as she effortlessly swiped at them.  

We watched the mom and two cubs from the safety of the car.


We got into the car and slowly cruised by her.  Sam saw her and barked as I rolled down the window.  I wasn't sure if she was noticing the noise or our scent - either way, I was ready to move out quickly if she got too close to the car!

I took video of her trying to tear apart a rotting log.  Ants, termites, beetles, and bees' larva contain 80% - 90% protein (beef - about 20%)



As we headed home on Red Rock Parkway, we caught the peaks highlighted by the setting sun and saw yet another Grizzly.  This one was almost too far away - even at full zoom there was not a lot of detail. I have to admit, we were extremely fortunate to have so many sightings in such a short span of time - it was kind of exhilarating!



It was a long day, but a memorable one!

Friday, July 4, 2014


Today was pretty uneventful.  We knew exactly where we were going - it was only 28.4 miles to the Waterton Springs Campground (68,972.2 total) and we were already registered in site 45 for the next three days.


Once we settled in, we spent a very relaxing day planning the rest of our stay in Canada.  We planned to take the boat ride one day and drive the "Going to the Sun" road on another.  Both of those options required passports since they each crossed back into the U.S.  There were many other drives and hikes to fill in any remaining time we had in Canada.  Since there were no fireworks, Sam got to enjoy the most relaxing 4th of July he has ever had!

Thursday, July 3, 2014


As we left Banff, we didn't have any reservations, so the plan was to overnight in the Walmart and investigate our options.  The Walmart was in Pincher Creek, Alberta, Canada exactly 200 miles away (68,943.8 miles total) and just about 30 miles north of Waterton Lakes National Park.  Once we claimed our little piece of the parking lot, we drove south to the park to see about a campsite.




Rolling hills and pastures gave way to the Canadian Rockies when we reached Waterton Lakes.  There was Upper, Middle and Lower Waterton Lake with the Upper Lake being the largest.  The township of Waterton was built along its northern shoreline and features the quite picturesque Prince of Wales Hotel.  



The park campground was full, but we were able to make reservations at a nice place just outside of the park boundary.  Of course that would be another day since we were already settled into the Walmart for the night.  One note here, a Canadian Walmart may look the same, but it is not - it was smaller than usual, had prices that seemed exorbitant and at ten o'clock the place closed for the night. We also found there were a lot of voracious mosquitoes.  As I was walking Sam, I slapped my arm and hit four of them at once.  That's when I really started to notice them and decided to hurry back to the safety of the coach waving my arms like a madman.  Later, knowing about the mosquito situation, Joani still had me step outside for a few beautiful sunset pictures - that's just how fantastic it was!

I just love a Walmart sunset!

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


The Tunnel Mountain Trail was only a few miles from our campground and it promised some magnificent views of the Bow River valley and the town of Banff.  The trail actually begins in town, but we chose to park on the road which put us more than a third of the way up the mountain. The trail was pretty steep, but as we were trudging up the slope there were several people who jogged by us - show-offs!

I was happy to join this trail a third of the way up!  The lower third looked even steeper than the upper two-thirds.


Looking east, we could see the Fairmont Banff Springs Golf Course snuggled up against the Bow River.

Spotted Saxifrage

Looking west, the town of Banff nestled into the surrounding mountains with the Bow River meandering through it.

A little south west of the town, another view of the Banff Springs Hotel convinced us we need to check it out.

I'm not sure how I talked her into this picture, but it is one of my favorites and I appreciate that she let me post it.  It was at the top of the mountain, so it's possible she was just too worn out to fight me.



As we were trying to find the Banff Springs Hotel, I could hear rushing water which lead us by chance to a beautiful water fall. 

No hike necessary to see Bow Falls.  A large parking area in front of the Banff Springs Hotel gives you access.

The Banff Springs Hotel was built starting in 1911 and finished in 1928.
It is easily within walking distance to the town of Banff (1mile).

We had a good time wandering around the hotel.  It was surprising just how few people were wandering around with us.  Joani found one store with some really unique knitting.  They had yarn made with Yak wool (at least 15% Yak wool with 85% sheep wool).  It was supposed to be exceptionally warm and lightweight and,of course, insanely expensive.

 This beautiful, but somewhat dark hotel had such a different feeling than the bright and airy Lake Louise Chateau.


The one on the left is my knight in shining armor.

This hotel was very stately, but not very inviting.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


Haircuts were long overdue, but something about today clicked and we finally took care of it.  Joani cut mine first.  Then I cut hers - a lot shorter than usual.  She said short equaled cute and was pretty satisfied with the results.  I totally agreed!


 Starting a new tradition.  Canada Day haircuts!

Since it was Canada Day, we decided to avoid the crowds at the more popular places and find something a little more low key.  It also gave us the chance to check on an alternate exit strategy that would let me avoid driving the motorhome through town again on our way out. Tunnel Mountain Road had some pretty sharp curves, but was smooth and wide - the perfect alternative to backtracking through town.  Close to the campground was a turnout with a sign indicating we would see "hoodoos".  



While they might have technically been hoodoos they were nothing compared to Bryce National Park.  Of course, the view overlooking the Bow river valley was fantastic and made the stop worthwhile.


 The Scottish Baronial style Banff Springs Hotel could be seen in the far distance. (It is said to be haunted.)

What a great way to celebrate Canada Day.

Marble Canyon promised a unique deep slot canyon cut into, you guessed it, marble.  I was expecting the marble to look like the polished stone you see in buildings.  Instead it just looked pretty much any other rock.  As we had seen elsewhere, streams are fed from glacial melt, the sunlit water color was beautiful. 

The Marble Canyon Trail had few hikers.

David found a ground squirrel that seemed to enjoy posing for the camera.

Come on, this little guy is so cute!!

As if to say "Don't go, I have other poses!"

The trail crossed the canyon many times, but alas, never ventured down into the canyon.

A natural arch left by the ravaging waters.


We learned that what cuts the canyon is the flow over the falls.  At the bottom of the falls the water swirls like a buzz-saw cutting back into the rock.  Eventually, it cuts under far enough to weaken the stream bed above which collapses creating a new falls or a bridge and the process starts again a little further upstream.

 End of the trail and out of the canyon....for now.

 Marble Canyon was 6 miles inside British Columbia on Hwy. 93.  Good to be back in Alberta.

 The Bighorn Sheep are still molting.  Every day is a bad hair day this time of year!

 Hanging out under the highway overpass seems undignified for such a noble creature.

It's Canada Day, eh!