4th September 2025
A good night's sleep—jet lag is, apparently, no longer a factor…
I get up at around 08:20, and — after showering etc, pad around the room(s) packing stuff away. I take it all down to the car and load it aboard, then come back for breakfast — but I'm not really taken by the choice. I fill up my travel mug and water bottle, then go out to the car and decide to look for breakfast elsewhere…
Almost next door, I see a restaurant sign — it turns out to be the cafeteria of a supermarket…
Rather than a menu, they have two breakfasts on display — the bus driver's or the farmer's…
The essential choice is whether you want bacon or sausages with your breakfast. Why not both? Nope — can't do that. It's like Sophie's choice — I feel broken after saying I'll have the farmer's breakfast, with sourdough toast and eggs over easy…
It arrives promptly and is delicious…
Sated, I get back on the road and start heading back towards Jasper…
It's a cool morning with a light, random bit of cloud cover. The smoke is still here, but, as I head back into Jasper, it seems to have thinned a little. Happily, this trend will continue throughout the day…
There are signs reminding tourists that — under Napoleonic Law — it is illegal to offer fruit to an ungulate…
This is a beautiful part of the world…
…and I feel privileged to be in a position to enjoy it like this.
I decide to stay away from Stalingrad, and listen to a variety of podcasts — notably another Stuff You Should Know about the America's Militarized Police — sobering stuff and worth a listen.
I stop at an overlook. Last year this area was hit by wildfire — all the signs that used to tell you of the sights and history are now just blackened scorched metal…
Its regrowth is impressive — in three years or so, you'll not see much evidence of the fire at all…
The air clears the further south I drive…
It's now like an early morning mist — except this isn't burning off like mist would…
The sheer scale of the place is difficult to convey…
…with every way you turn being a magnificent view…
Onward!
In a couple of months time, this will be a completely different snow scape…
The Park is very busy, with spaces to stop for a few minutes at the overlooks difficult to find…
It's a beautiful drive…
How about this for a camper? All set for the zombie apocalypse by the look of it…
It has a Netherlands licence plate — and a sign saying Pura Vida Travelling — which it seems is a travel agency.
The water is impossibly blue — and I wish there were fewer people around, I imagine this could be quite a restful spot…
It's still quite cool — I don't think it got above 17 °C today, in fact…
Soon, I'm turned onto the main highway towards Lake Louise and Banff. Every few miles I come across these wildlife crossings, the government's attempt to cut down on vehicle/animal interactions…
I follow the signs to Lake Louise, but — exactly as I remember in 2004, when I was on the bike, it's chaos. Nowhere to park. Draconian signs about what will happen to you if you stop — it's just rubbish.
Just as well, my therapist told me to cut anything with the name Louise out of my life…
In no time, I'm in Banff and checking in to my room at the Canalta Lodge — probably the single most expensive night in a hotel I've ever paid for…
The car is ensconced in the basement car “parkade”, which has a lift direct to my second floor room. It's very chichi, with some bold colour choices…
…particularly in the bathroom…
I rather like the LED hurricane lamps acting as bedside lights.
And a Nespresso machine!
I make myself a Volluto whilst my pics upload, and I start my journal.
Good day…
A good night's sleep—jet lag is, apparently, no longer a factor…
I get up at around 08:20, and — after showering etc, pad around the room(s) packing stuff away. I take it all down to the car and load it aboard, then come back for breakfast — but I'm not really taken by the choice. I fill up my travel mug and water bottle, then go out to the car and decide to look for breakfast elsewhere…
Almost next door, I see a restaurant sign — it turns out to be the cafeteria of a supermarket…
Rather than a menu, they have two breakfasts on display — the bus driver's or the farmer's…
The essential choice is whether you want bacon or sausages with your breakfast. Why not both? Nope — can't do that. It's like Sophie's choice — I feel broken after saying I'll have the farmer's breakfast, with sourdough toast and eggs over easy…
It arrives promptly and is delicious…
Sated, I get back on the road and start heading back towards Jasper…
It's a cool morning with a light, random bit of cloud cover. The smoke is still here, but, as I head back into Jasper, it seems to have thinned a little. Happily, this trend will continue throughout the day…
There are signs reminding tourists that — under Napoleonic Law — it is illegal to offer fruit to an ungulate…
This is a beautiful part of the world…
…and I feel privileged to be in a position to enjoy it like this.
I decide to stay away from Stalingrad, and listen to a variety of podcasts — notably another Stuff You Should Know about the America's Militarized Police — sobering stuff and worth a listen.
I stop at an overlook. Last year this area was hit by wildfire — all the signs that used to tell you of the sights and history are now just blackened scorched metal…
Its regrowth is impressive — in three years or so, you'll not see much evidence of the fire at all…
The air clears the further south I drive…
It's now like an early morning mist — except this isn't burning off like mist would…
The sheer scale of the place is difficult to convey…
…with every way you turn being a magnificent view…
Onward!
In a couple of months time, this will be a completely different snow scape…
The Park is very busy, with spaces to stop for a few minutes at the overlooks difficult to find…
It's a beautiful drive…
How about this for a camper? All set for the zombie apocalypse by the look of it…

It has a Netherlands licence plate — and a sign saying Pura Vida Travelling — which it seems is a travel agency.
The water is impossibly blue — and I wish there were fewer people around, I imagine this could be quite a restful spot…
It's still quite cool — I don't think it got above 17 °C today, in fact…
Soon, I'm turned onto the main highway towards Lake Louise and Banff. Every few miles I come across these wildlife crossings, the government's attempt to cut down on vehicle/animal interactions…
I follow the signs to Lake Louise, but — exactly as I remember in 2004, when I was on the bike, it's chaos. Nowhere to park. Draconian signs about what will happen to you if you stop — it's just rubbish.
Just as well, my therapist told me to cut anything with the name Louise out of my life…
In no time, I'm in Banff and checking in to my room at the Canalta Lodge — probably the single most expensive night in a hotel I've ever paid for…
The car is ensconced in the basement car “parkade”, which has a lift direct to my second floor room. It's very chichi, with some bold colour choices…
…particularly in the bathroom…

I rather like the LED hurricane lamps acting as bedside lights.
And a Nespresso machine!
I make myself a Volluto whilst my pics upload, and I start my journal.
Good day…

— I'm surprised he didn't add “Don't lowball me — I know what I got”)
