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British Columbia

Trans_Canada_HighwayI guess most people when they hear the name of British Columbia they imagine high mountains, endless forests, wild landscapes and rain. We had exactly the same expectations when we entered Canada’s westernmost province driving from Lake Louise via the spectacular Kicking Horse canyon. And we were right.

Our first stop was the community of Golden where we spent a night. It is a really small town dominated by Canadian Pacific Railway, logging and tourism (quite a common mix in these parts of Canada). Located in a deep valley it is surrounded by the mighty Rockies to the east and the equally impressive and impenetrable Selkirk Mountains to the west. And yes, it was raining, or at least drizzling. But even in such weather there was no hiding the spectacular scenery. Especially the snow-capped Selkirks towering ominously to the west. Tim_Hortons_&_Selkirks

After breakfast in Tim Hortons (which some say is a true Canadian icon) we drove west on the Trans-Canada Highway (TCH) towards the Rogers Pass and Glacier National Park in the heart of the Selkirks. The park was established in 1886 (making it one of the oldest national parks in Canada), a year after Canadian Pacific Railway built the line across the pass bringing travellers into the region. Later in 1916 the pass was bypassed by an 8km tunnel, the tourists disappeared and with them most of the infrastructure. Then in 1962 the TCH was build and tourism recovered. Glacier_National_Park_2

The TCH from Golden to Ravelstoke via Rogers Pass is long and lonely, with a very few services (and no fuel for about 150km), but also a very scenic drive. During our crossing the weather wasn’t perfect so we only saw glimpses of majestic mountains and glaciers towering over the twisted route. Low hanging clouds and mist obstructed visibility but also enhanced the wild feel of the place. We stopped briefly at the pass to look at the memorial dedicated to the completion of the Trans-Canada Highway, something which, as a road geek, I simply couldn’t skip. Here I also have to mention that Trans-Canada Highway is 8030km long, which makes it one of the longest national routes in the world, and one day I would like to drive its entire length.

Giant_Cedars_Trail_2From the pass we descended west and the weather immediately improved. Taking advantage of the sunshine we stopped at two short board-walk trails. They are actually in Mount Ravelstoke National Park located just west to the Glacier NP. The first one, the Giant Cedars Boardwalk Trail, runs for half a kilometre through the old-growth cedar forest. Some of the tress along the trail are over 500 years old and they are truly magnificent, looking much like pillars of an enormous Gothic cathedral. I love forests, especially massive old-growth ones, and miss such experiences in the UK, one of the least forested countries in Europe. The next trail, located just a few kilometres down the road is the Skunk Cabbage Boardwalk Trail and it goes through a completely different environment. Here boardwalks lead visitors over a river valley swamp full of birds and other small fauna. These two trails, in such close proximity and yet so different, are great examples of varied mountain landscapes of British Columbia. Oh, and skunk cabbage didn’t smell of skunk.

Just before reaching the town of Ravelstoke we took the turn-off to Meadows in the Sky Parkway which climbs astonishing 1330 metres in 16 switchbacks and 26km to reach an elevation of 1835 metres above sea level. There are a few viewpoints on the way up offering great vistas to Ravelstoke and Columbia River valley but for a really spectacular 360 degrees panorama we walked from the the upper parking lot to the fire lookout at the summit of Mount Ravelstoke. From there one can see endless mountain chains stretching far to the horizon. In all directions. This is British Columbia as I have always imagined it.View_from_Mount_Ravelstoke

After driving back down we stopped at the Ravelstoke Railway Museum which focuses on the history of the Canadian Pacific Railway, which was the first transcontinental railway line in Canada. In fact this line was part of the formation of Canada as we know it. The colony of British Columbia only agreed to join the newly formed Dominion of Canada after the promise of building a railway from the east to the Pacific. Inside the museum there is a huge steam locomotive and one sleeper carriage (which you can enter) as well as some smaller exhibits. Outside there are more railway cars including a massive snow plough used to clear tracks through the Columbia Mountains (which the Selkirks are part of). It is enormous and helps one to imagine how much snow falls in this part of British Columbia. Literally metres every year. Ravelstoke_Railway_Museum

From Ravelstoke we travelled west across yet more mountains until we finally reached the Okanagan Valley where we turned south. This valley is different than the rest of British Columbia. Instead of dense forest and a harsh wet climate it offers dry and warm weather as well as open landscapes, nowadays dominated by the fruit and wine growing industries. Its unique climate is largely due to the fact that the valley is protected from the west, north and east by tall mountains but opens south towards the sunny central Washington state in the US. It feels like if is someone transplanted bit of California 1000 miles north to Canada. We arrived at the town of Vernon on a glorious sunny and warm afternoon to stay there for the night. The following day we turned west again, heading towards Vancouver.

It is about 400km from the Okanagan Valley to Vancouver and three quarters of the distance involves driving across more rugged mountains of the interior British Columbia. The roads are good quality motorways most of the way but services are sparse (sometimes over 100km without a gas station) and there are plenty of warning signs advising carrying snow chains, checking brakes, watching for “long combination vehicles” (essentially the massive multi-trailer trucks) etc. One of my favourite signs reads: “High Mountain Road, expect sudden weather changes”. One can only imagine that it can be a tough drive there in winter. In fact the Highway 97C crosses the Pennask Summit at the elevation 1728 m (5760 ft) above sea level which is actually higher then the Kicking Horse Pass in the Rockies where the Trans-Canada Highway crosses the continental divide. Luckily we only experienced a bit of drizzle and no major issues.High_Mountain_Road

For the last stretch towards Vancouver the road follows Frazer River through its flat bottom valley but mountains are never far away. In fact we stopped for a picnic at the Bridal Veil Falls Provincial Park, one of the many waterfalls on the slopes of the valley. The mountains here are fully exposed to the wet North Pacific climate which results in plenty of precipitation and, in effect, a temperate rainforest environment. We had a short walk to the base of the scenic 60 metres tall waterfall before munching some bagels with ham straight from the car boot. Sophisticated we ain’t. From the falls it only takes over an hour (obviously if traffic allows) to reach Vancouver. P9180731resized

So here we are. In a bit less than two days we managed to to drive 800km ( almost 500 miles) and cross the whole width of beautiful British Columbia. All the way from the cold, even snowy continental divide in the Rockies to the wet and mild Pacific coast north of Vancouver. In that distance we drove through numerous high mountain passes, quite a few small towns, and long stretches with not much civilization along the road. But now trendy and sophisticated Vancouver was awaiting us. More about it soon.Rogers_Pass

Canadian Rockies

Canadian_RockiesAfter years of procrastinating I finally managed to visit one of the most spectacular parts of the Northern American continent, the Canadian Rocky Mountains.

Most people visiting the Canadian Rockies start their trip either in Vancouver, which is the main gateway to the Canada’s west, or in Calgary, which, just an hour drive from Banff, is the closest big city to the mountains. We however decided to start in Edmonton as flights there (via Iceland) were significantly cheaper than to anywhere else in the region.

Edmonton welcomed us with grey and rainy weather which reminded us of London so we didn’t linger and after a night in cheap motel drove straight west to Jasper which is located over 350km (220 miles) away. It takes well over 3.5 hours to drive there and once you leave the suburbs of Edmonton it is an absolutely featureless drive for the first two to three hours (especially in a heavy and relentless rain). On our way we passed just a few small settlements and lots and lots of forest. Drives like this really help to understand how huge Canada is. On the map of Canada Edmonton seems to be almost on the footsteps of the Rockies but in fact you could fit half of my native Poland in that space. Or actually quite a few smaller European countries.

Jasper_early_morningLuckily as we were approaching the mountains the weather cleared somehow so we could admire some views. There were still a lot of low lying clouds but it stopped raining and there were even glimpses of sun. In those precious moments we could see the crazy colours of the glacial rivers flowing from the mountains.

Jasper is a small town at the heart of Jasper National Park but its population, counting just over 4000 souls, can swell enormously during the high season. For that reason we preferred to gamble with the weather and arrive there in late September to avoid the crowds. It seemed to work as the town was quiet and peaceful but not totally dead. We checked into our hotel and immediately hit the road again trying to enjoy the decent afternoon which was just developing.

Maligne_CanyonOur first stop was Maligne Canyon just a short drive from the town. It is nothing on the scale of the great canyons of the American Southwest but it is still an impressive sight and a great example of karst topography. Maligne River, flowing partially underground just above the canyon, eroded this chasm which is up to 50 meters deep but, in some places, only 2 meters wide. We walked along a very pleasant trail following the canyon and crossing it several times via high footbridges which offered great opportunities to look into the depths of the gorge.

From the canyon we drove a few kilometres up the valley to Medicine Lake which is not actually a lake at all but a geologic anomaly; it is an area into which the Maligne River backs up before suddenly disappearing underground. During the summer months, during intensified meltwater runoff, the lake (which during the winter months is just a meandering frozen river) fills to levels which fluctuate over time and with the runoff events. Much like a bathtub that is filled too fast for it to drain, it fills with water until the flow of water (in this case the meltwater runoff) reduces in late summer and it slowly drains again. As we visited the “lake” in September it was already much diminished but we could see where its waterline extends during the spring. Well over 10m higher than the level we saw.Medicne_Lake

Finally, we followed the valley up to the end of the road at the banks of the Maligne Lake. On the way up we encountered dark clouds, fog and even a few snowflakes but luckily a few minutes after our arrival the weather cleared again. We wrapped up (the lake is located 1670m above the sea level and we could feel it) and walked along its banks for a while. The views across the lake are truly spectacular. I found it almost impossible to stop taking photos, especially as the changing light and moving clouds constantly played with the spectacular mountain landscape. But it was getting late and cold so we decided to head back to Jasper town as the last thing we needed was to get stranded if the weather turned really bad. We spent the evening in a cheerful local pub enjoying some Canadian beer and whisky before going to sleep early.Maligne_Lake_1

The next day started really early. We woke up before the sunrise and had breakfast at 7am, basically as soon as the local bakery/cafe opened. There were two reasons for that. First, we were not yet completely adjusted to the time difference from Europe and second, we had a lot of ground to cover that day.

We headed south from Jasper town and joined one of the most spectacular roads on earth, the Icefield Parkway. Completed in 1940 this 232km (145 miles) long route parallels the Continental Divide and links Jasper with Lake Louise in Banff National Park. Like the Pacific Coast Highway in California it is one of those roads where one has to work very hard trying to concentrate on driving as the landscape is simply amazing. With every turn there is a new breathtaking vista opening up and wherever you look there are impressive wild mountains. It is one of these experiences which I find impossible to describe. I could post 10, 50, 100 pictures here and still it wouldn’t do it a justice. Icefield_Parkway_1

We kept stopping every few kilometres to take more and more photos and simply to admire the views but our first longer stop was at the Columbia Icefield just over 100km from Jasper. There is a huge visitor centre there, clearly designed to deal with the busloads of people coming there in the high season and once again we were thankful we came off season. We headed straight for the trail leading to the the face of the Athabasca Glacier which is one of the principal “toes” of the Columbia Icefield, the largest icefield in the Rocky Mountains. To get onto the glacier itself one has to be driven there in special vehicles or join a guided tour. Both options were quite pricey and our time was limited (as we were planning some hiking in the Lake Louise area) so we just walked along the trail close to the Athabasca Glacier face which was still the closest I have ever come to any glacier. Along the trail and along the road to the parking lot there are clever signs indicating where the glacier extended to at different times in the past. It is incredible to see how much it has retreated in the last 100 years.

Then we headed south again. After stopping for lunch at Saskatchewan Crossing, which is the only gas station and one of the few places serving food along the parkway, we reached the Bow Pass. At an elevation of 2068m (6785 feet) above sea level it is the highest point along the Icefield Parkway (and the highest public road in Canada). From the pass a short road and a trail lead to a viewing point overlooking the stunning Peyto Lake that is a crazy turquoise colour due to significant amounts of glacial rock flour flowing into it. At that elevation there were a few cm of snow on the ground and it was really cold. On top of that a tour group which reached the viewing point soon after us unceremoniously shifted us aside (have you aver experienced older ladies using elbows?) and started taking countless selfies so we decided to leave and sped straight to Lake Louise. Peyto_Lake_1

Actually our “speeding” involved one more stop, on the banks of Bow Lake, where we had hot tea and biscuits in the Num-Ti-Jah lodge. Finally, in the early afternoon we arrived at the banks of the intensely turquoise Lake Louise right beside the enormous (and quite ugly) Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise Hotel. It is an absolute monstrosity and with its huge parking lots and crowds strolling along the banks of the lake it all made us want to escape ( I don’t even want to think how bad it can get there in summer).

Lake_Agnes_TeahouseLuckily it is easy to do as there are some great hiking trails starting by the hotel. We chose to hike to the Lake Agnes Teahouse via the Little Beehive overlook and after leaving the lake and climbing for few hundred meters the crowds were a distant memory and we could enjoy the mountains again. For most of the distance the trail goes through the forest but at the Little Beehive there are fantastic views of the Bow Valley and Lake Louise. Once we got there we experienced a mix of sunshine and snowfall which really played with the landscape making everything look a bit haunted. On the way down we stopped in the teahouse at Lake Agnes for a well deserved hot beverage and some cake. The isolated teahouse is manned by a team which stays there for a few nights at the time as there is no road access. The bulk supply come by a helicopter at the beginning of the season while the perishables travel on the staff’s backs when the shifts change. It is a great little place, peacefully located on the banks of small but stunning lake. Birds and chipmunks were playing around collecting crumbs and begging for more leftovers while the sun was getting low. Unfortunately it was time to head back down. Lake_Agnes

The trail to the teahouse via Little Beehive is about 9km (5,5 miles) long (return) and involves about 500m (1640 feet) of elevation gain. I highly recommend it to anyone visiting Lake Louise.

After getting back to the car we joined the Trans-Canada Highway and headed west to Kicking Horse Pass (what a great name) and further to British Columbia. But that’s the subject for another story as we were leaving the Canadian Rockies.

I have to say I loved every minute we spent there. Sure the weather wasn’t perfect but the autumnal feel we had experienced added something to the perception of the place. True, the landscape is stunning in every weather but trees with leaves changing colours, the dusting of snow on the mountaintops, ominous heavy clouds and patches of fog in the valleys as well as the chill in the air, made the mountains feel more wild than they would seem in the glorious mid summer sunshine. On top of that we avoided crowds on the trails and traffic jams caused by thousands of RVs descending to the region every summer. In my opinion autumn is the best season to travel in this region.

Oh, and one day I really want to head further north, all the way to Alaska. One day…Bow_Lake