Well, long time no blog, huh? I do have a couple of semi-valid reasons. They’re may not convince you, but they worked for me:
1. There’s just so much to see! I don’t ever want to go inside and work on the computer. I want to look at mountains, search for bears and elk and big horned sheep. (And shop.)
2. The internet availability has been truly lousy almost everywhere we’ve gone. I have no idea how many potential sales I’ve lost, but that was a risk I was willing to take in exchange for the opportunity to go across Canada and down the California coast with my Mom.
3. I’ve had raging tendinitis in my right arm and hand – typing or writing is uncomfortable. If anyone remembers my blog last year, I had brought along about 200 Christmas cards to write, and I wound up writing about 120 of them. This year I did the same and haven’t tried to write even one. Have put ice on my arm and taken aspirin instead.
So, to get on with it…
When we left Chateau Lake Louise it had started to snow. It’s been about 10 years or more since either of us had seen the white, powdery stuff – or the dirty, slushy stuff for that matter. Pretty neat. Within an hour after we left the hotel and were back on the Icefields Parkway it was coming down faster than dandruff in a Head & Shoulders’ commercial. I was driving, thus not taking pictures, will have to wait for Mom’s photos to be developed to add them to the blog.
Mom still has a film camera, she doesn’t believe in digital. She’ll also never get a decent candid shot, since in order to take a photo she has to
1. Reach down and find her tote bag
2. Unzip her tote bag
3. Fish the bag holding her camera out of the tote bag
4. Unzip the bag the camera is in
5. Fish out the camera
6. Turn it on
7. Focus
8. Shoot
Hair turns gray before she gets the shot, but God Bless her, she tries! Here she is in some Godforsaken outpost called Hornepayne. When you go to sleep in payne, you wake up in payne. Best to get back on the train.

So we did get back on the train from Jasper to Vancouver for one more night.
The cabin is just as tiny as I remembered it, but it was only one more night.
This time we combined stuff we’d need just for the night in one suitcase (brilliant) and put the other suitcase in baggage.
We’re learning.
Gave us about another square foot of breathing space.
Here's a shot of the cabin, on the left are the berths, on the right is the door to the toilet. Somehow Mom got the bottom bunk again. Don’t know how she keeps winning that coin flip.
Did I mention the food? Food on board the train is surprisingly good. I have no idea how they put out such tasty meals in a tiny little kitchen like that, but I promise you that it’s very good. We’ve had waffles with fresh berries, French toast, turkey and all the trimmings (during Canadian Thanksgiving), lamb chops, roast beef … they even had little blue potatoes, something I’d never seen before (no gourmet here), and guess what? They tasted just like potatoes.
The Vancouver Hotel is more of a business hotel than the others we’ve stayed at to date. That makes sense, it being in the heart of one of Canada’s major cities. True to form however, it has a magnificent lobby, rooms are not cookie cutter, there is outstanding service and lots of history and elegance. The hotel is conveniently located across the street from Tiffany’s and very close to Coach, Luis Vuitton, Burberry’s, and other stores that contribute to the natural beauty of the setting.
We hate to say goodbye to Canada - the wide open spaces, the glorious mountains and the fresh, clean air have been intoxicating.