Day 93 - Calgary to Banff

After a very pleasant morning at Dave's house spent photocopying trail and scramble guide routes, enjoying a great breakfast and coffee, meeting some of Dave's extremely kind family members and chatting more about adventures, I set out for downtown Calgary.

I thought a walk around a museum would be a nice change of pace, so I toured the Glenbow Museum. Two highlights were a Blackfoot Indian describing the meaning of their Tipi decorations and the Gun Scupture. The history of Alberta section was also quite interesting: fur trappers then cowboys then railroad builders then oil drillers.

I then walked down to a nearby waterfront park, along a pedestrian only shopping street where a Christian pride rally was taking place, and then down quiet side streets to the park. Seeing people out jogging and playing on this Sunday afternoon reminded me of the real life I must one day return to. But not yet!

Hungry and ready for mountains, I walked back to my van and left Calgary heading west. Within an hour I was seeing mountains-- beautiful mountains in the fading light hours. I drove straight into Banff town (much larger than any U.S. National park town) and through to a side steet. I stopped in awe of the towering Banff Springs Hotel, a stone structure strutting out of the valley floor like a palace, or a psych hospital. I drove on this side road to the nearest campsite and camped for the evening.

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