I’ve been waiting my whole life to go to the Canadian Rockies– ever since my sixth-grade teacher, Mr. Chevalier, plied us with movie-projector travelogues on the glories of the Canadian provinces. And boy oh boy, Banff did not disappoint! For starters, thanks to my quick action at a silent auction, we were staying in the fabulous & iconic Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel. Then, due to the incredible largesse of a very important friend, we were upgraded to the Royal Suite — where the Queen stays when she hops over to Alberta.
So yeah … our inside time was luxurious beyond description.
And outside? Well, let me just say this: in real life, I’m willing to spend 30 measly minutes on the treadmill — at the most — and wouldn’t dream of setting so much as a baby toe on the elliptical machine. But in Banff, we took 4- to 6-six hour hikes up and down serious mountains every day —
..and despite my knees getting a bit creaky, I couldn’t have been more gung-ho. The weather wasn’t perfect, but the mountains were pristine, utterly unspoiled by development of any kind, and I was drunk on the wild beauty of it all.