Jackson Hole, Wyoming to Banff, Canada summer 2019

My daughter-in-law is always up for a challenge. “Do you think we can cover four national parks in under two weeks?”  Sure we can I answered.   Flying into Jackson Hole, Wyoming and over the breathtaking Grand Tetons our journey began.  From sunup until sundown our private tour guide allowed us to view the picturesque Tetons, Mormon row and vistas complete with bison, antelope, eagles and moose to name a few.  No trip to the area is complete without “rafting the Snake River” and luckily no one was tossed out. 

We bid goodbye to Jackson Hole and headed north to Yellowstone stopping along the way to take in the eruption of Old Faithful, prismatic springs (kids held their noses from the smell), Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone and plenty of bison.  Our next three nights were spent “glamping” at Under Canvas in tents complete with a shower, toilet and king-sized bed.   George spent the night keeping firewood in the stove and we luckily survived a pretty severe thunderstorm.  My bucket list got shorter as I spent one morning fly fishing the Madison River in Yellowstone.  Max and I hauled in the most but no record catches.  Our trip to Mammoth Springs allowed for swimming in the hot springs and picnicking (complete with a rattlesnake under the rock by our table). Such varied terrains throughout Yellowstone but plenty of bison both alongside and on the roadway.

Leaving Yellowstone we traveled through Indian reservations along the Flathead Lake area to Whitefish, Montana. No trip out west is complete unless you pull on your boots for the Blue Moon Saloon Rodeo.  Coffee at Montana Traders and our next phase of the trip was a guided trip through Glacier in the famous red cars from the 40’s.  The snaking “Road to the Sun” highway gave you glimpses of big horn sheep on the ledges throughout the climb.

Leaving Glacier and heading toward the Canadian Rockies and Banff meant another long haul in our cars.  Checking in to the Fairmont on Lake Louise with the breathtaking views each morning was a scene out of a travel poster.  Moraine Lake, Takakkaw Falls, Avalanche Creek, Columbia Icefield, and Yoho national park were picturesque to say the least.  Our bear encounter pointed just how idiotic people are while risking children to capture pictures.  In bidding farewell to the Canadian Rockies as I headed to Prince of Wales Hotel I vowed to return to the splendor that they had to offer.