Nothing much to report as it was the usual hotel type affair of bacon sausage and eggs with some fruit salad and juice to start plus cereal and toast for those of a vegetarian persuasion. Have to say the tea was just about acceptable (well not really).
Not sure if the waitress actually threw the plate at me but it landed quite close with an almighty clatter.
Then it's off to Lake Minniewanka (pronounce miniwonka). Minnie seemed to run a diving and boating business and we heard that her cousin Willie had diversified into chocolate, not sure if this was true.
Eric contemplating a grey morning at the lake.
Had a walk along the lake shore to Stewart Canyon. The signs indicated that bear precautions should be heeded on this trail until Sept.15th.
We were hoping the bears had:
a. Read the notices
and
b. Knew what date it was.
With the abundance of juniper and buffalo berries along the path the occasional "Yo Bear" was thought prudent anyway.
At Stewart Canyon Eric spurns the view to shelter from the wind.
The day improves with a momentary break in the clouds and our companion basks in the sunshine, well camouflaged against the rocks.
Two birds spotted in the undergrowth turned out to be Dark-Eyed Junco.
An inviting pile of rocks was soon transformed into an inukshuk of our own design.
Before heading off to Calgary we had a quick drive past Two Jack lake and then a stroll along the Bow River to the falls.
The long straight sections of the TransCanada Highway were enlivened by the appearance at regular intervals of cars of 1950s and earlier vintage, going in the other direction. It was awfully tempting to think about finding out where this rally was going to be held but we had no time for such thoughts. Two photos will have to suffice for what was probably in excess of 100 seen altogether. It is surprisingly difficult to get a good photo when the closing speed is about 120mph!
An excellent evening was had after meeting up with Canadian relatives, chatting over our common interest in genealogy and lots of other things beside. Found out about some new places we ought to visit, with amazing rock formations, if we have chance to come this way again. It's called 'Writing on Stone Park'.
Delicious food was consumed in a restaurant called Farm, with an ethos of organic food locally sourced. The roast potatoes and wild boar belly side order was especially good, note Eric's broad grin. (of course this isn't the vegetarian saying this).
