Despite growing up a stone's throw from Canada (relative, of course, to my latter-life location which is a stone's throw from Mexico), the only Vancouver I'd set foot in prior to this summer was Vancouver, Washington. As fate would have it, I've yet to set foot in Vancouver, B.C. (despite all the words Douglas Coupland has devoted to the subject), but I'm Canuck-shy no more. Armed to the teeth with satellite radio, iPads, and snack food, the Dailey family set the compass due north for a good old fashioned Summer road trip. Destination: Lake Louise, Banff, and Jasper--but along the way, I saw some of the most spectacular natural scenery I've ever encountered. This, too, from a girl born in the bosom of the Cascades; it's not a pithy observation I'm lobbing your way, friends. But I won't belabor the point further. Straight from the horses' mouth:
(Oh, and a quick aside about the water: That WATER. I can't describe the color, the lit-from-within, chlorinated, California-pool-from-the-window-of-an-airplane, David Hockney, tropical island, glacial runoff, milky, neon WATER. There you have it. All the words I can think of, arranged in no particular--or graceful--order. I'll let the images speak for themselves, even though my camera failed most times to accurately capture that water.)
The Canadian Rockies
Well, I won't pretend this image doesn't arrive on the utter conceit of bragging rights. It does. It's the view from our hotel room. Shrug.
At dawn we went canoeing on this lake to watch the sun rise. Absolutely stunning. The Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise.
The lake at dusk, from the hotel room window.
The Fairmont in Banff
Lake Louise by day