Day 6, Sunday June 12, Lake Louise, Alberta to Jasper, Alberta 422km. It's all Alex's fault. More on that later. Saturday night in the tent was cold and a bit uncomfortable, 2°, some light rain, but I survived.
Sunday began with a stop at the world famous Lake Louise for a couple of photos. Magnificent. From there, onto Hwy. 93, also known as The Icefields Parkway, to Jasper. Busy taking in the views, I missed the exit and wound up heading west, except I hadn't realized. I happily carried on, then stopped for fuel, and became confused when I saw notices about British Columbia tax on the pump. Goddammit! I'd gone all the way to Golden, BC. The only way to get back to 93 was from the way I came. The whole screw up cost about two hours. Lovely, scenic ride, though. Still, I remain too stubborn to use the GPS.
The ride on 93 was fantastic. Incredible views...everywhere! Changing weather the whole way, some spots of rain, windy, even a very brief moment of snow.
Critter count: surprisingly, zero. Until Jasper, that is, when a group of elk were crossing the highway. There must have a dozen of them. They took their time, seemingly without a care. They proceeded to the Whistler Campground, another Parks Canada facility. Figuring it was good enough for them, well heck, it must be good enough for me, too.
I arrived at the campsite and met a young fellow from New Jersey named Alex. Alex is riding a Triumph Bonneville on a four and a half month tour of North America. He and I shared tall tales and lies, a warm camp fire, and too many cold beers. I was in no shape to write of the day's events when I retired.
The beautiful turquoise water of Lake Louise.
Various views along the Icefields Parkway.
Watch out for bears!
More gratuitous bike shots.
It was bitterly cold and windy here.
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