The next day began inauspiciously. We left later than planned; the weather was indifferent and the drive back to Lake Louise was long. We hoped to visit Moraine Lake, which is at the end of a 14km stretch of road and accessed from the road to Lake Louise. Officials close the road if the car park is full. We were fortunate. Just as we were driving past, they removed the barriers so Steve made a quick U turn, and off we went.
Unsurprisingly, there were crowds, but they didn’t diminish the incredible scenery. Nature is wonderful! We clambered around the rocks and marvelled for a while before retracing our steps and heading for Lake Louise. It was full! Parking attendants directed us around all the car parks and back down the road. There was nowhere to park. The overflow car park was miles away on the main highway and shuttle buses ran from there. We made a unanimous decision to drive to the Chateau and pay for valet parking rather than waste time. It was worth it!
Steve and Robyn couldn’t get hold of Marina, whom we were expecting to meet for lunch. In the meantime, we used the voucher she had given us for the canoes on the lake. ‘We’ (Steve) paddled slowly for an hour and reached the middle of the lake before returning. Judging by the number of boats, it was a popular pastime.
Lunch was our next problem. The only place at Lake Louise is the Fairmont Chateau, and the cafe is expensive. Marina, with her staff discount couldn’t meet us after all, so we had to buy food from the deli and pay the price. My soup was tepid so asked for it to be re-heated and there were so many people there was nowhere to sit except the window sill. At least, it was an improvement on the gutter of the previous evening!
The afternoon hike more than made up for any hassles of the morning. We walked the entire length of the lake, accompanied by many people, most of whom we lost once we began the ascent on the Six Glaciers trail. Over four hours later we returned to the Chateau. We had followed the track right to the top where glaciers and mountains surrounded us. At the end, the path followed a ridge with some loose moraine. This is where we turned around but more adventurous people clambered further and onto a rocky ledge. Only serious hikers ventured this far. However, one lady amused me. She was wearing a pearl necklace and told me she bought a new one each year for her trips so this was her 2018 set. I think I might have to adopt that practice!
I didn’t want to leave the mountains; they were so stunning, but the weather was closing in and tea and chocolate cake beckoned at the Tea House. This cafe was exactly how I imagined a Nepalese tea house to be. We shared chocolate cake and mousse, both of which were divine (and justified by the hike!).
Our arrival back in Calgary was late, and we were all tired. We were hoping for a special meal out as this was our last evening together. We took a while to find somewhere appropriate, tempers frayed and we (Robyn and I) imbibed much wine before we ate. However, the food was excellent. On the way back to our hotel, a policeman swore at us when we crossed the road against the lights. And I thought all Canadians were so polite!
We started our last day with a stop at a bakery recommended by the hotel’s valet parking man. It was more of a patisserie but typically French and had a large selection of croissants. Our blood sugars rose!
Robyn had selected the hike to the Ink Pots in Johnson Canyon for today’s hike. It was the wrong side of Banff, much further off the highway than she thought and the roads were busy as it was the start of Canada Day long weekend. On arrival, we were lucky to get a parking space as someone pulled out as we approached. I bought a much-needed cup of coffee and we joined the hordes walking up to the waterfalls. We could not believe how many people there were! The trail continued past the waterfalls by which time the crowds had thinned. However, we had had enough so turned around and returned to the car. We enjoyed excellent walnut maple ice creams before re-joining the traffic and heading for Minnewanka Lake, which someone told us was not pronounced as it is spelt!
What an unexpected surprise this was – no problem with parking and no hordes of people. We had a picnic of baguette and cheese overlooking the lake. There was time for a quick rest or wander, depending on your disposition, before hitting the road for the final stretch to Calgary airport. Robyn and Steve were flying to Victoria, and I was spending the last days of my trip in Vancouver. All too soon it was time to say goodbye.
On the plane, the WestJet pilot gave a short spiel with dry, humour that had the passengers smiling. An hour later, we landed in Vancouver and I caught the SkyTrain and bus to the Carey Centre at U.B.C. campus. It transpired this was a theological college and reception was only manned until 9pm. Thankfully I got there in time. Some guests who arrived the following evening were not so lucky. My first impressions with my accommodation were not favourable. However, over the next couple of days I came to appreciate it more once I had found a source of hot water for my tea (as long as reception was open!). There were few facilities, but the campus is extensive and attractive and there was an abundance of cheap cafes around.