I’ve gotta say that every time I click on this new blog and the page appears on the screen I feel happy. I think it’s pretty. It’s a lovely blue and I really like the picture I chose for the header. I took it when we were in Jasper last year. Oh dear, I used to know the name of the mountain but I totally forget now. The river is the Athabasca. I know that at least! :}
We’d been staying in a lovely secluded campground. Lots of trees. There weren’t hook-ups which meant not many big trailers or moterhomes. There are actually several of these kinds of campgrounds about half hour out of Jasper up Highway 93A. Growing up we always went to the large ones so I didn’t know these existed until I did a search on the internet.
We camped there for a few days. The day we were leaving, we’d packed up and then decided at the last minute to take a walk down the trail that was leading away from our campsite. We’d been looking at the head of this trail for two days, but hadn’t taken the time to follow it. The kids kept asking to go so we did finally.
It was beautiful. Quiet with plenty of tall tress lining the winding path. We didn’t know where were it was going to lead, and I was expecting it to loop back on itself or come out to another part of the campground. We were shocked when it came out to the river and this breathtaking view of the mountain. And to think, we had almost not walked down that path. We stayed there for quite awhile walking up and down the shore and gazing up at that majestic site. I grew up going to the mountains, but they steal my breath away each time and leave me with a feeling of awe.
We loved staying there, but we were in bear country. For any of you who’ve been to Jasper you might recall the little pamphlet they give you informing you of what to do if you come upon a bear or if a bear comes upon you. Normally, we give it a cursery glance and move on.
The second day we were there, however, a bear walked right through our campsite. The picture below is the best I got because, frankly, I was too busy running away. That pamphlet became required reading for us suddenly. This bear kept coming back, too. At night while we were peacefully playing monopoly at the picnic table it passed by our site again. And then another time we saw it coming back from the outhouse.
I prefer seeing the bears on the side of the road from the safety of my vehicle, thank-you.