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The wrong turn at Lake Louise is common: As I sipped a coffee at the visitors’ centre in Golden, BC — which is where I ended up — one of the staff asked me where I was coming from. As I told her I’d made the wrong turn at Lake Louise; and would now have to go all the way back to get onto the parkway, she presented me with. A guest book; and, grinning, \u00a0asked me to sign it. Seems this is a tradition at the Golden Visitor’ Centre — they get so many travellers who make the same mistake (poor sinage at Lake Louise apparently) that the collect the names.<\/div>\n
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Once I finally got onto The Icefields Parkway things began to roll a bit more smoothly (figuratively-speaking; the road was actually quite bumpy). The weather was overcast with occasional fog. I mention this because, when I stopped to take in the icefields (let’s be honest; their glaciers), there was an eery feel to the whole place–like being on another planet. Weird.<\/div>\n
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And Jasper? It’s Banff, only to a lesser degree. Tolerable; and I spent a day there to catch my breath (and give my throttle hand a rest; I can’t use my thumb for things like holding a pen or fork or squeezing toothpaste; if you’re feeling empathetic, try wringing a washcloth for six hours)\u00a0before pushing further North. \u200e<\/div>\n
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Beneath the glitz and glamour that comes with being a base for what I hear are some of the best ski hills in the world, Jasper is a railroad town. Boxcars are constantly shunting against a rumbling sounscape of idling locomotives<\/p>\n
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