Friday, August 25, 2006
While touring the hotel lobby at Lake Louise, Jill and I happened across a kindly guide who was tucked into a mythic trapper's cabin sort of office, just off the main hall. When we asked for directions to Moraine Lake, he looked puzzled and asked why would we ever want to take on all that congestion this late in the day. Instead, he suggested heading west - that great American montra... and pointed us toward the town of Golden in British Columbia. Yahoo . . . CSTerry and Ginnu, perhaps wisely, chose to make their way toward our evening accommodations at Radium Hot Springs via the more sensible route - back along a portion of the road we had already traveled. I should mention that we were a truck caravan of sorts, necessitated by the fact that there were four of us, but with no single vehicle capable of holding us all. So, quite generously I might add, Terry and Ginny volunteered to take two vehicles to the ramparts. Though we arrived last to the hotel, we had no regrets. The route was fabulous, though the smoke from fires to the south did give the vistas a bit of an Appalachian feel, if you can imagine. Dinner that evening was an outside affair with no frills, but a super hot grill. Ice cream cones followed, of course.
Ironically, we never did make the hot springs while in Radium, but Jill and I did manage to spend some time in the pool and spa at the hotel the next morning. Hey, the water was wet, hot and bubbly. We had the place to ourselves and we were in Radium. Close enough, eh?
