1500 km later and I’m back in the magical land of Banff. Although if it was really magical it would feel warmer, and the squirrels would have fantastical powers, or perhaps wear tutus.
We saw two bears. Stayed one night in a Hobo Jungle. Stayed another in a picturesque lakeside shack (where we played a cheap ripoff of Jenga called ‘Jumbling Towers’). Found an excellent bike shop/junkyard in New Denver, where we bought one old bike, and got another plus a frame for free. And lazed around in hot springs.