A Day In The Clouds
We set out from Toronto on June 11th, with a goal of getting to Vancouver on the 16th. After 3 days of driving hard, little sleep, and very little pee brakes (totally my fault, I’m a driving maniac) We had over shot our goal, and deserved a tourism break!
April (who was fit enough to run a 10k keep in mind) insisted on Lake Louise. I am game for anything, so away we went. After parking, we walked up to a hotel which would easily put any Montreal hotel to shame, then off to Lake Louise. It is a color that takes my breath away, a color that screams clean..fresh..and COLD. It gets it’s Aqua color from the clay, and the organisms that thrive on the clay.
So as adventurous people that we are, we decide to do a hike. We decide on the 3.4km hike, which promises great views, and tea and biscuits at the end. Sounds lovely right?
Well I don’t know about you, but I think the fact that the 3.4 km, was up a mountain should have been mentioned. You could argue that it should have been implied..but I will not listen! It should have been vocalized!
In any case, huffing and puffing and many water breaks later, at 2.4km up, another stunning lake, run off from glaciers. We stop, we take photos, we breathe, we decide if we should continue. At this point, my “fit” friend, says lets go back down. Oddly enough it is me, who wants to go on. Hmmm??!!
The last km is snow covered (in June), muddy slippery and 10 times worse than the km’s before. We manage up with no avail (besides me getting stuck in knee deep snow...story for another day) to the tea house.
Run on solar energy, and a handful of just out of high school students, you can pick from over 35 different teas. We picked Roibos bourbon vanilla, so good I have been searching for it in markets ever since, and..biscuits, with honey. You have to wait a long time for your order, and it gets annoying, but.... and this but is good enough for another paragraph...
There I was, sweaty from the hike, cold from the mountain air, and sitting in a cabin on top of a mountain, drinking tea, and eating biscuits with honey..eventually. And this is where it happens...Wow, I’m on a fucking(wait can I swear in this thing?) , mountain, drinking tea and..well you got the biscuit thing.
Definitely one of the most amazing things I have ever done in my life, and I hope everyone gets the chance to do it. Oh, but I didn’t mention the 3.4km DOWN. Another day!