Posted September 3, 2018 – Narrated by Carmen
“Every breath of your life’s breaths—Farid un-Din Attar, The Conference of the Birds
is a jewel.
Every new atom
is a guide towards God.”
We’ve seen fire and we’ve seen rain. A blessed reunion of the elements is reviving the customary balance of fresh air and sunshine.
And, already, the early fragrance of Autumn has us giddy with anticipation for our favorite season’s glorious entrance.
Yes, it’s shoulder season in Alberta – a perfect place and time to be living in Beauty!
We took precautions that last week in Jasper when health advisories estimated that – due to the fires – the accumulated effect of outdoor activity was equivalent to smoking nine cigarettes per day.
With Pico’s tiny lungs in mind, we sought refuge in the lowlands – taking quiet, languid strolls along lush ferned paths and wooded brooks beneath the dense oxygenated canopy.
True, the majestic views we sought remained hidden …
but in the deep forest sanctuary campground, rare beauty appeared right before our eyes …
As we pulled out of Jasper, it rained – poured! But, from where we stand now, that’s all Bow River water under the bridge.
Within an hour of our stormy drive on The Icefields Parkway, the veil of smoke slid down revealing the towering Rockies.
A bit further up the road, the water turned a brighter shade of turquoise …
and we found an ideal, private pull-out for lunch and a walk in the rain …
Mercy, how to describe that 140-mile drive?! I’ll settle for breathtaking. Or, how about breathgiving?
We gasped often. Said, “Oh my God” frequently and meant it. Taking it slow and reverently, we stopped at every convenient pull-out … treasuring the moments.
Six hours after leaving Jasper, we pulled into our Lake Louise campsite where the ranger told us that all hikes are dog-friendly!
And, after hot showers, we treated ourselves to a brew and a bite at Bill’s.
Home. Food. Shelter … these things give strength. But, there’s no place like the unpredictable, magnificent Canadian Rockies to imagine yourself with wings …
We took our time on Lake Louise, paddling for about three hours …
I’d heard people say that this place is “alive” but I was entirely unprepared for the maternal embrace of the Valley of Ten Peaks and the love they evoke – tender and ominous, emotional and scintillating.
Just before leaving, I thought to pause and give the lake greetings from my friend, Linda – and instantly, as if on cue, Moraine tossed up a confetti of rainbows! Absolute magic!
Here it is, Labour Day, and in the low-50’s, daytime – high 30’s at night. That’s a severe winter by San Diego standards. So, we’re cocooning in our silver nest.
To keep things cozy and warm, I bake fresh loaves in my sweet LeKue Breadmaker.
We’re burning propane 24-7 to keep the trailer warm, wearing four layers when we go outside …
And, we love it!
That’s a breakthrough! What’s more, if weather permits, we plan to stay in Alberta for another month.
Someday, in the early Fall or Spring, we hope to return for cross-country skiing lessons. Never before have we even considered such foolishness.
Maybe it’s the thin air, but this place energizes us. In fact, I think Jim’s going native.
Yesterday afternoon, we took our last walk on the Bow River Loop Trail to the village of Lake Louise for our ritual coffee …
… and walked back home to hitch up and prepare to pull out. This morning, Beauty and The Beast was on the move again…
But don’t imagine, even for a minute, that we’ve said goodbye.