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Back to Banff

On Wednesday, we returned to Johnston Canyon, which we’d visited on our last trip when the waterfalls were frozen. During the last visit, our GoPro and DSLR both failed when we came to the upper falls viewpoint. In a stirring coincidence that might convince a less-skeptical person of hauntings, ghosts, or astral energy vortexes, the GoPro started corrupting all remaining video files from the trip immediately after we left the same spot. Luckily my new camera survived intact….but only temporarily.

Locals call this place “Haunted Hole,” for those (cameras) that enter never come out the same!

We visited the Vermillion Lakes next, vastly different than during the dramatic winter sunrises we’d seen before (though vastly safer to approach the waters). The mountains behind the town were hidden in fog so we drove up to the viewpoint.


The last time I visited the Banff viewpoint I tried to take sunrise photography and ended up freezing the camera with my own breath in the negative thirty degree cold. This time we spent some time walking around in the fog listening to a large family of marmots warn each other about our presence before popping in and out of their holes. This has to be the place where whack-a-mole was invented.

Also unknown to us last time was the fairy-tale forest behind the viewpoint. A conglomeration of tangled trees rooted in an increasingly vertical hillside and covered in moss and lichen itched for an elf, or something darker, to appear in the drifting mist. These unseen forces beckoned me to worm my way further up through the tall grass into the strange clearings and circles of skeletal black branches. If Sam hadn’t have been there I may have continued on up the hill in search of the perfect photograph and lost my way in the eerie quiet.

creepy, or cool?

We left the forest devoid of animal life and found a family of deer by the railroad tracks below. Further outside of town we saw a trio of antlered elk grazing in the rain.

You can practically hear the notes of O Canada just looking at this picture, can’t you?

We traveled on to Lake Minnewanka as the clouds began to break. By the time we’d driven to the other side and come to Two Jack Lake conditions were right to take one of those famous “reflection” photos.

human for scale

Except that the demons haunting Johnston Canyon caught up with my camera as well. The image stabilization motors began to fire at random and gave the camera (brand new Sony A7III) seizures until the dreaded black “camera error” screen flashed. Photography for the rest of the trip would be a struggle and by the end of the week, the damn thing would simply flash the “error” screen as soon as it booted up.

The next day we visited another place we’d seen before under different circumstances, this time the difference proved more dramatic. We went to Yoho National Park in British Columbia to see what Natural Bridge looks like when you can’t actually stand under the water.

watching that water gush so powerfully through the opening made our last visit even more special. Wait, did I say special? I meant dangerous!

Next, we tried to find Wapta falls, which left us stuck in the snow spinning our wheels in the winter. With no snow to stymie things, life found another way. On the highway down into the canyon, a rock hit our windshield and created a six-inch crack. I’d always seen cracks in other windshields but never been in a car when it received on. The cost of crack repair easily ate up our “free upgrade” to the SUV, so we ended up paying twice as much as we planned for the rental anyway.

As it turns out, the place we got stuck last time wasn’t even the way to the trailhead, it was the way to a viewpoint on the other side of the river from Wapta Falls.

those aren’t trees in the foreground, they’re swarms of mosquitos. I swear, this one spot in Canada, of all places, was trying to dethrone Thailand as the mosquito capital of the world. And yet, I had to ask a camper if I could step past his tent to get this shot. Maybe the guy had an acting job as “man with chicken pox” the day after and found out there’s no make-up artist so he had to improvise. Otherwise, I’d have to assume he likes itching.

Eventually, we got to the real trail, another muddy run through a cloud of mosquitos that eventually gave way to a winding descent next to the mini-Niagra of Wapta Falls.

Probably would look more majestic without an equally large dirt pile in front.

Hungry after the hike, we headed to Emerald Lake, a “winter wonderland” in December that proves just as pretty in warmer times (though with a hell of a lot more Chinese tour buses) and had dinner at the restaurant on the Lake.

A local told us this color is called “Labatt Blue.”

What? No, Canadians can’t lie, c’mon….

With a little more time to kill and rain clouds coming up in the distance we followed a hunch and drove out to Takakkaw Falls, easily Canada’s closest version of Yosemite Falls and a stunning omission from everyone’s “what to see in Banff” list.

you see the giant butt, right? Once you see it, you can’t un-see it. Sam saw the resemblance while we were hiking up. Given that she was following me, I’m not sure how to process that.

On our last full day in Canada, we returned to Peyto Lake. In 2016 we attempted to hike up from the viewpoint, stumbling through the snowdrifts and barely avoiding the occasional cross-country skiers splitting the pines. This time we took the same hiking loop and headed off on another hunch onto a dirt trail. The trail soon led to a rocky outcropping with a much better view of the lake than anything we’d seen before.

My body can never decide whether it’s cold or not, thus the t-shirt and knit cap combo.

On our way back to Banff, we stopped at Lake Louise, now infested with more tourists than Times Square.

dang tourist, get outta my shot!

We wanted to visit the other lake, but found the road closed as it was “full.” Instead, we took the Banff Gondola up the mountain to eat dinner at the buffet.

view back at the restaurant and visitor center from the top
view of the rain over the valley from inside the glass-walled buffet restaurant.

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