

My youngest daughter is now officially "bored" with the mountains- all you do is drive for 90 minutes and then buy a Coke.
Tourism presents itself in many strange ways: How about the two bike campers with THEIR DOGS in trailers behind them; or how about the person at the back of the parking line, opening a window slit in their car, sticking out their camera and snapping a photo of the mountain peak; or the two huge crows swooping around the area "Caw! Caw!', or dozens of people scrambling up to the viewpoint to see the scene on the (now defunct) twenty dollar bill; the nice lady from Calgary who was actually speaking with a German accent who said that the area is nothing like it used to be 30 years ago when you could actually come and enjoy a quiet hike, but now they wait until autumn to come up for a visit, unless they have people from Germany visiting; or what about the road crew that is putting a beautiful fresh coat of asphalt down on the highway, which still has not a single guardrail in sight; and then there was the flagman with an extended-handle Stop flag who came out of nowhere and frantically waved his STOP sign at us, leaving us thinking that dynamite was about to blast us at any moment. I think he was just trying to spook us because he was going stir crazy.
Oh yes, and while I'm ranting about tourism- the first day we got here I kept hearing loud engine noises at 10 minute intervals. Brenda said they were helicopters. I replied in my best know-it-all tone, "It's just transports on the trans-Canada using their engine brakes." She was too kind. Of course, she was right- helcopters are buzzing over the Banff area doing tours, just like at The Falls.
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