A long, long, long drive to Red Deer
|Randy and I at the Twin Sisters Cafe overlooking the Twin Sisters Peaks at the border crossing into Montana|
|Border crossing-where we were detained|
The euphoria turned into a bit too much bucolic overload and soon, crossing the great Canadian highway, things seemed desolate. Thank God for Calgary. We were able to sleep a few hours, woke up refreshed-refreshed enough to take a side-trip into Banff National Park and a long hike up to a coffee house at the base of a glacier. It was amazing. And the wedding was great too. Red Deer was a little city on what seemed like the edge of the great white nothingness of Canada.
We were there exactly 24 hours before we left again to make the drive home. This time it seemed we weren’t so pressed for time and could do some sight seeing along the way including “Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump” and the “Twin Sisters Café” at Glacier National Park, and even a return trip to a ghost town I remembered from trips to Montana as a kid-Elkhorn. We caught a few hours of sleep in Wyoming before making the last leg home. What a trip.