More! More!

The word for the day from Revelstoke to Calgary along Highway 1 was "MORE!"  


Every corner we turned, we felt compelled to stop and get out to get more pictures of the massive peaks that surrounded us.  Covered in snow at the tops, they seemed to just jut out of the ground in front of us.  Clouds seemed to be born from their very peaks. 

 

I understand why men climb mountains because they fill one with awe and compel you to come hither.   Like a lover that beckons on, the mountains with their beauty call you to try and be as close as you can get, ignoring the cautions and forgetting where you have to be or what you have to do.  The mountains and the mountains alone are all that matter.

We stopped for lunch at Lake Louise and to see if the hotel and lake were still there.  We were not surprised to find it intact and as lovely as ever.  

Angela and Anita posing at the front of the lake.

Notice how the snow is hanging over that ridge!

Angela without her glasses on a hike around the west side of the lake.

They lost our reservation so we had to press on to Calgary!

And here we were driving through them as fast as we could go.  We ignored their sirens call and sped on our way to a smaller and more compact form of beauty and loveliness that captured our heart almost two years ago.  "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!"