I suppose this is the beginning of our trip home. I must confess that this trip was far more arduous than expected. Yes, we had to arise early but I rarely sleep until 7 AM and there was nothing preventing retiring early. Once on the train we were not confined to our seats and we could walk the length of the car at any time plus there was a small outside area at one end of the car referred to as the vestibule which was a place to get fresh air and take photos without glass between the camera and the subject. Apparently, this regimen is tiring perhaps fatiguing is the better word.
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Jasper
Since Gail’s sore ankle has made it difficult for her to walk any distance we have used our visit to Jasper just to relax. For two whole days we have been able to take short excursions around the town near our hotel and just enjoy the extraordinary weather. Our hotel room has a small kitchen which has allowed us to skip the restaurants, shop at a little grocery store and make our own meals. Tomorrow it’s back to the 05:30 wake up for the start of our second Rocky Mountaineer trip back to Vancouver via Kamloops.
Continue Reading →The Trip From Quesnel to Jasper
Once again it was an early morning. These early mornings remind us of a reason we like cruising–we unpack only once! Train trips such as this and road trips mean there is some unpacking and repacking every day. The daily scenery helps make up for the inconvenience. A little fog lingered as the motor coach made its way to the railroad station. There was no big send off, unlike our arrival the evening before.
Continue Reading →Arrived at Jasper
Monday was a marathon day. It is now Tuesday morning and this will be a short post with more to come later today. We arrived at the Jasper station at about 9 PM, that was 10 pm Alberta time, in the dark. It was pretty much a get to the hotel and to bed. However, we did get a glimpse of Mt Robson in the twilight. I’ll tell the day’s stories in a post later today.
Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, ‘As pretty as an airport.