Can You Hear the Mountains Calling?

Wow. What more can a guy say about our Canadian Rockies. Just, wow.

I’ve been in the Rockies before–camping near the eastern slopes in Kananaskis Country, driving through to BC or along the Banff-Jasper Parkway–but this was my first time camping in our National mountain parks. We locals don’t often go to Banff in summer because of the crowds of tourists, and now I understand why there are crowds. What an incredible landscape. Even I, a dog with my nose on the ground most of the time, appreciated the—okay, I’m going to use a very human word here—grandeur of Banff National Park.

Morning at Two Jake Lake.

Because of the pandemic, Canada is mostly closed to international visitors, so it made the perfect summer to get in a stay in Banff. It’s not that we don’t like people…well, it kind of is…we tend to prefer camping in rather isolated places. But the main reason is that we don’t plan far enough ahead to score a booking in campgrounds that fill in January when they first open for reservations. T still had to book ahead but it wasn’t like eight months ahead.

First night festivities.

So, T and Nollind hadn’t been camping in Banff since they were first dating, way back in 1996. Wow, right? I don’t think my great grandpooches were even born then.

June of 1996.

According to their stories, crazy as it sounds, back in 1996 you just showed up and pitched your tent. No need for a reservation. In fact, T’s not sure if they even took reservations back then. But that sounds like one of those “when I was young” stories that have to be taken with a grain of salt.

We camped at a place called Two Jack Main. Two Jack is a beautiful blue-green lake with clear water that tastes delicious and reflects the surrounding mountains. Postcard perfect. We made the trek to the lake on the first morning when we hiked the lake trail and all around the Two Jack Lakeside campground, and returned two evenings for the sunset show.

Two Jack Lake at sunset.

That first day was like a dog’s ideal day: sleeping in, breakfast by the Little Red Campfire, a 2-hour walk, lunch (I don’t normally get lunch but I had salmon and carrots), an afternoon nap, another short walk, dinner, dozing under the trailer while T and Nollind polished off a bottle of wine by the fire, and one more stroll around the campground before bed. Aahh….hound heaven.

Nap time in Simon (the trailer).

On Tuesday, while I was napping in the trailer (yes, I do sleep a lot), the peeps went off for tea in Banff, to see how the little tourist town was fairing in the midst of a global pandemic. When they returned, I didn’t even notice the vehicle change until the next day when they loaded me in the back of an SUV for a trip to Banff, this time a trip that didn’t involve rerouting to the Canmore Dodge dealership for repairs. Yup, truck trouble.

Whose car is this and why am I way back here?

Despite the pandemic, Banff was crawling with people, at least by my off-season-camper, boondocking-in-the-desert standards. By Banff standards it was probably pretty quiet. We visited Bow Falls, took a walk along the river, lounged on the lawn by the Whyte Museum, and checked out the hoodoos up on Tunnel Mountain before returning to our quiet loop at Two Jack. Although the campground was fully booked, the national parks are only booking to fifty percent this year, so we always had a number of empty sites in our loop.

Being a tourist at Bow Falls.

Thursday was pick-up-Fred-in-Canmore day, so off we set that morning, wanting to get a hike in at Grassi Lakes before the allotted time. I’ve mentioned I’m eleven? Well, at my age, I tire more easily and can’t navigate the same difficult terrain I did as a younger dog. The trail to the lakes isn’t long, but it’s all uphill, even when you opt for what they refer to as the easy route. The more difficult route takes you down past a waterfall on these steep, stone steps that are really not designed for a short-legged, senior dog. But, you know what? I did it, with only one bit of assistance when the steps got weird and narrow and the peeps were worried I’d crash onto the rocks. And after all that walking uphill and climbing down I still had enough gas in the tank to trot along the wooded part of the trail. So proud.

Not quite the form of my younger days but, hey, I made it.

We waited in Canmore for a few hours, lounging at the Good Earth’s outdoor street café, hanging in the park, visiting the dog bakery (best thing in Canmore), but still Fred wasn’t fixed. Another part was needed. It meant an additional night in the campground which I didn’t mind one bit. The park staff were very understanding and helpful and did some juggling so that we could stay that fifth night.

Lounging while Nollind talks to the Dodge dealership.

We used the gift of that extra night to make one last visit to Two Jack’s beautiful shore. A few more photos for T, yet another group selfie, and one more chance for me to dip my toes in the cool, clean mountain water.

Happy campers by the lake.

Friday morning, while Nollind picked up the truck from the dealership in Canmore, T and I got in one last walk and discovered a trail to the base of Cascade Mountain we hadn’t known was there. There was no time for a long walk but … maybe next year?

Nollind returned with Fred, still not fixed, which meant a slow drive home in low gear. Logan would have loved it. He always felt that highway speeds were extremely dangerous.

A little campfire time.

We’ve been home now for a whole week, but I still see those majestic peaks when I close my eyes, and taste that mountain water. Now I know what T means when she says the mountains are calling her. I think I hear them too.

2 thoughts on “Can You Hear the Mountains Calling?

  1. I agree Chico…nothing quite like mountain air, trees and crystal clear waters. What I often forget but am immediately reminded of whenever I get into them, are the scents. Mmmm.
    Sorry to hear about the truck 😔. Hopefully there will be time for more camping when he gets home all fixed up.
    Nice pictures. 💓🐾

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