Eterno Dia PhotographyStaycation Alberta: Why It’s Always The Right Time To Visit The Mountains
Posted on March 25, 2019
Even though it seems like spring is on the way in Alberta, it doesn’t look it yet in a lot of places. There’s still plenty of snow and it will likely be weeks before we get spring buds. We had a hard winter and it still looks very much like it. Even though you might be looking forward to a glorious, warm summer vacation of camping and hiking in Alberta’s Rocky Mountains, I’m here to convince you that you don’t need to wait, especially if you need a mini vacation, now. The mountains are wonderful any time of year and hold a certain magic in the winter and off seasons that’s quite different from their summer majesty. Last year, just before Christmas I needed a getaway from all of the holiday madness, so we drove to Red Deer and picked up my mom and headed off to Banff, just for the day.
Here are a few reasons you should consider going the the mountain parks now:
- It’s way less crowded (and cheaper) in off season. You won’t have trouble finding parking at some of the attractions and in places like downtown Banff, Canmore or Jasper that are inundated with tourists in the high season. During the low season, “off-season” or “shoulder season” which starts around October and lasts until mid-June, the price of accommodations will be much lower than the inflated prices during the high season. If you’re on a budget, this is a great way to see the mountains.
- There’s plenty to do. Even though some trails or passes are closed due to large amounts of snow, there are still plenty of trails that are usable and again, way less crowded in low and shoulder season. If you’re not into the cold or like a slower pace, there are also lots of interesting “indoors-y” things to do; go to the Banff Art Centre, explore the majesty and history of the Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel. If you’d like to get your science on, visit the Banff Park Museum, or Canmore’s Museum and Geoscience Centre. If you’re up for more adventure, there’s plenty to find in the winter, spring and fall. Canmore offers year round cave tours. Guided hikes, snowshoeing and sled dog tours are readily available in all of the mountain parks. Whether you’re a skier, ice climber or hiker, there’s no limit to the fun outdoor activities you can do in low season.
- Rest and relax. The Miette Hot Springs in Jasper and the Upper Hot Springs in Banff are open nearly every day of the year and are delightfully soothing and steamy in the crisp mountain air. After your soak, you could treat yourself to a massage and a coffee or drink at one of these mountain town’s cozy coffee shops or pubs. Rent a cute cottage in Jasper or Canmore and snuggle up with a good book next to the fire with a view that can’t be beaten.
- Take in a festival or local events. All throughout the winter and shoulder seasons, the mountain towns have great festivals. Things like dark sky events to watch for northern lights or learn night sky photography (which is hard to do in the larger cities and during Canada’s long, bright summer evenings) are common events. There are often things like ice sculpture festivals, the Alpenglow Festival and beer and food festivals like the Cochon555 Culinary Weekend. Every fall, Jasper Alberta hosts the Jasper Dark Sky Festival
- Avoid the Bears. If you’re like me, hiking can be anxiety inducing. I’m really afraid of bears. In the winter months those killing machines (I kid. Cardiovascular disease, car accidents and bee and wasp stings kill more people a year than bears) are asleep, so you can wander to your heart’s content. You’ll still be able to see other animals though like, elk, cougars, lynx, owls, moose and deer, so be cautious and respectful but bring a camera and enjoy the bear respite.
Whatever season you decide to visit the Rocky Mountains, always pack warm, layered clothing and emergency supplies for your vehicles. Even in the summer, the elevation can cause the weather to change drastically in just minutes. We got caught in a surprise blizzard on our drive back near Airdrie, Alberta and it was quite scary for a few hours.
Our one day, mini “staycation” in Banff was perfect. We started out early, made it in time for a nice lunch in a cozy pub. Despite the cold, we walked around town for a little while, took in the charming holiday atmosphere and did some Christmas shopping. Before heading home we had a nice soak at the Banff Upper Hot Springs. A perfect tiny escape was just what we all needed.
Have you visited Alberta’s Rocky Mountains before, or do you have plans to? Feel free to comment or ask questions. Thanks for stopping by! Until next time, safe and happy travels!
-L
Navigating The Packed Streets Of Phuket
Posted on March 8, 2019
The Thailand adventure continues. I left you last as were were checking into our hotel in Phuket after a long, exhausting journey from Edmonton, Alberta to Phuket, Thailand.
An amazing Pad Thai
After a brief rest, water and some rifling through suitcases to find shorts and tank tops, the next priority was food. We didn’t waste a lot of time in deciding that literally the closest option was going to be just fine. We walked across the street from the hotel to a “sports bar”. Nearly empty in the late afternoon heat, we were ushered in and given the royal treatment. I ordered a Pad See Ew. I had no idea what it was and I was so hungry I didn’t really care at that point, but luckily it was an amazing stir fry with extra thick rice noodles that I’ll never stop thinking about. The beer was the coldest, most delicious I’d ever tasted. We ate, had a few drinks, took in the beautiful tropical surroundings and reveled in the first few moments of our most adventurous vacation before moving on.
We followed the signs directing us to the beach and walked about 8 blocks from our hotel down a few well traveled back alleys. We arrived at a the busy and very touristy Patong beach near sunset. There were food vendors everywhere; meat on a stick, to-go Pad Thai, ice cream, fresh coconut drinks and fruit smoothies were just the beginning of the choices available. We walked along the beach, took in the sights and enjoyed the sunset before heading back for an early night. Despite my exhaustion, sleep was a challenge. Jet lag is the worst. We went to bed early but by 3:00 am Phuket time, I was awake and ready to go. This ended up being fine, as on our first full day in Thailand, we were booked for a two dive Scuba excursion.
Patong Beach at sunset
Yes, it sounded crazy to me too. Early in the planning of our trip we had decided to book a tour for our first week in Thailand. We knew that this trip would be a whole new level for us and thought a tour would be a great way to learn about the country, food and customs with someone experienced assist us for the first leg of our trip. With the help of a travel agent, we booked an “Island Hopper” tour that would start in Phuket, go to Krabi and Phi Phi Island before heading back to Phuket. I knew early on that if we were going to Thailand, I had to do a dive. I’d only been once before in Antigua and was assured by many that Thailand diving was not to be missed. Once we had our itinerary for the tour, I realized how tight our schedule was going to be and wasn’t sure we’d get the chance to dive during the tour or right after when we were booked to fly to Bangkok. I talked it over with Shawn and we decided to book the dive early in the trip so we wouldn’t be disappointed if we missed our window later. So, in what seemed like lunacy, we booked our dive from home for our first day in Thailand. I’ll give you all of the dive details in an upcoming post, but rest assured, it was simply amazing.
A sign posted in the lobby of our hotel that ended up being in nearly every hotel
We arrived back from our dive trip with enough time to shower and clean up before beginning the tour. We met with the group and tour leader for dinner at the hotel and we were admittedly out of our element. We were definitely the oldest in the group; older than the group leader as well. There were about 40 of us in total. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from the group, but being that most of them were in their late teens and early twenties, there was a definite party vibe.
Sights walking through the streets of Patong
After dinner, we joined the group who had voted to go to a bar or club in the area. We felt awkward and out of place amongst the young people in our group, and the jet lag and exhaustion from our dive was sinking in. We meandered through the bustling streets of Patong with our group leader guiding the way; shop keepers and restaurant staff strongly urging us to come into their establishments. The sales pressure wasn’t any worse than anything I’ve experienced in Cancun or Playa Del Carmen in Mexico, or in Jamaica, but the huge crowds of people and jet lag made me feel overwhelmed.
The heat, even at night was oppressive. The roads and sidewalks were noisy and crowded and the smells ranged from delightful barbecued street food on one corner to sewer on another. We kept our wallets and purses tucked away and closely monitored on the advice of our tour leader, as pick-pocketing is common here. The streets were dirty; there was a lot of garbage on the road. The sidewalks were cracked and a definite tripping hazard. Many were wet in places, and I tried not to think about what the liquids might be as I stepped in a few puddles I couldn’t avoid in my sandals. Cockroaches scuttled about narrowly missing being squashed by throngs of tourist feet. We walked past large plastic totes and buckets on the sidewalks outside of restaurants that contained fish and all manner of sea life available to pick for one’s supper. While I enjoy seafood, the displays were a bit off-putting based on my own cultural and ethical lens. There were fruit and vegetable stands on every corner with food I didn’t even recognize and there were 7-Elevens on every other corner.
Fresh fruit stand
Our tour group ended up at Bangla Road, the epicenter of party life in Patong. It made Las Vegas seem cute. On each side of the wide road where tourists mingled and bar staff shouted offers of cheap drinks and discount cover fees, there were pubs, clubs, Go Go bars, ping pong shows (offering far more outrageous entertainment than anything available back home), cabaret shows (aka Ladyboy shows) and every form of fun or debauchery one could ever find. We went with the group to a bar where a Thai cover band was doing live versions of western top 40 songs; they were surprisingly good and were fun to watch. The bar had a two drink minimum and even after the tour leader negotiated with bar staff to get our whole group in, the drink prices were insanely inflated. But hey, when in Thailand…
Thai cover band
A popular nasal inhaler sold in local shops, used for congestion or to feel refreshed
After a long day of diving and meeting the group, we were exhausted and excused ourselves at an unreasonably early hour and began navigating our way back through the crowded, dirty streets and pushy vendors back to the hotel. The next day, we decided to take it easy. In the morning we lounged at the hotel’s surprisingly beautiful and quiet pool and found amazing Thai food and drinks throughout the day.
Poolside lounging
Ixora aka West Indian Jasmine
Pineapple Cashew stir fry. Delicious!
Fresh Coconut!
We joined the tour group that evening for discount shopping and some welcome air conditioning at Junceylon Shopping Center and dinner at Baan Saan market. Our guide taught us about some of the food court style areas here where you pay for a pre-loaded food card to use at any establishment in the area and then get a refund on whatever you don’t spend, after your meal. This experience came in handy, as this is a common way of getting food in malls or large markets around Thailand. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel to re-pack and get some rest before starting the next part of our tour; heading to Krabi in the morning!
Food court at Baan Saan Market
As always, thank you for stopping by to read. Stay tuned for the next part of the adventure. Feel free to ask questions or leave comments. Until next time, safe and happy travels.
Staycation Alberta: The Canmore Grassi Lakes Hike
Posted on August 25, 2018
In June, Shawn and I had a four day stretch off together and decided to go to Canmore, located in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta. Canmore is a lovely place for a getaway. A four hour’s drive from Edmonton and one hour west of Calgary, it isn’t quite within the boundaries of Banff National Park, so you don’t have to pay the daily National Park fee if you stay here. There is so much to find in Canmore with the Three Sisters mountains resting gracefully as your backdrop; great shopping, fantastic restaurants and breweries, a museum, gemstone and caving tours, hiking, biking, rafting and more. Eating and accommodations can be as casual or upscale as you like; camping to five star hotels and anything in between. You can keep it as laid back or as classy as you like.
On this trip Shawn convinced me to hike. If you’ve read any of my previous blogs you’ll know that hiking is a bit of an issue for me; you can read all about that in this article. I have a thing about bears that makes me a pretty anxious hiker. Shawn wanted to try the Grassi Lakes hike, a very popular one, which was fine with me; potentially more people I can outrun. 
We arrived at the trail head around nine in the morning, after a fairly easy drive up the Three Sisters Parkway Road. When we arrived I was shocked to discover that ours was one of only three other cars in the parking lot. I quickly came to the conclusion that meant that we would be fairly alone on the hike up. This made me very nervous, and I expressed that in no uncertain terms. After a bit of whining, I was convinced that we should still go; after all, I had my trusty bear spray, so no problem.
No one around….
Why am I doing this?!
Mount Rundle
Each step we got further from the car, I got more anxious; hearing noises off in the bushes, smelling “a musty smell” I was convinced was a bear looming around the next corner, waiting to devour me. I remembered that we needed to make noise when in bear country, so I begged Shawn to tell me stories. I picked two “killing rocks” which I started to clack together to make more noise. When that didn’t work, I asked him to play some music on his phone.
Ha Ling Peak
View back to Canmore
The music and storytelling began to calm me, and as we climbed higher and the stunning vistas and views became more grand, I became more distracted by all the beauty. We took the “easy” trail up; a wide, well maintained, access road, and it was a good, steady incline that took us about an hour. It was a gorgeous, warm day and we stopped a few times for water breaks and to remove jackets and scarves. As we crested the final hill to our destination, we found quite a number of hikers already at the lakes. Some had taken the more difficult trail route up but some had come earlier and just stayed a while, and I could see why.
The two lakes at the top that surround the east end of Mount Rundle are simply gorgeous; clear, turquoise ponds that were as still as glass. I could see every detail under the water, right down to the bottom. Mount Ha Ling and Mount Rundle still towered above us. We took our time walking slowly around the first lake and soaking in the tranquility.
Grassi Lake
Grassi Lake
Grassi Lake
Grassi Lake
Crystal clear water
Grassi Lake
Up to the left of where we were at the lakes there was a giant, silver, man-made pipe. This is a pipe so large you can see from the main highway down at the town site and I’d always wondered what it was whenever we’d driven through the area. We had no idea what it was and hiked a few hundred yards further up to explore it. As it turns out, the town of Canmore gets part of its water supply from the Spray Lakes Reservoir in the the Spray Valley Provincial Park high above the town of Canmore. The tube we found is part of the Three Sisters Hydroelectric Plant that controls the reservoir and helps to move water from the Spray Lakes above to Whitemans Pond and then down to the Quarry Lake reservoir down below.
We carried on to further explore when we began to hear rumors from other hikers that there was a nesting owl nearby. I’ve never seen an owl outside of a zoo before and I’d been waiting for years to see a wild one. In addition to being a bit of a birder, my grandma was mad about owls. She had owl trinkets, owl jewelry, china, clothing, figurines, paintings; you name it. She was obsessed. Ever since her passing, I’d been hoping to see an owl one day; a real, wild owl. When we heard about the owl, I was so excited, I couldn’t hold my camera steady; my hands were shaking so hard I had to get out my tripod. I was so worried she’d be in a tree and fly away before I’d get a chance to see the owl I’d waited so long for. We rushed to the a spot where we could see the cave it was pointed out that she was nesting in high on the very east end of Mount Rundle, and there she was, posed like a proud statue. I was so overcome with emotion that I burst into tears, much to the shock of the hikers around me. Here was the owl I’d been waiting to see; napping in her cave at the edge of the cliff. Through the tears, I managed to get my telephoto lens on my camera, found some level ground and started photographing.
Great Horned Owl in her cave on Rundle Mountain
I probably spent an hour just taking photos of the owl and pointing her out to other hikers. At one point, a fuzzy, grey blob waddled out beside her; one of her owlets (we were told by others that there was more than one baby) came out to gaze sleepily about and then retired as quickly as he came. After some length of time, Shawn implored me to continue to explore the rest of the area. Along the upper edge we found group of climbers scaling the side of Mount Rundle. We hiked back down to the first lake and I pointed out to every hiker we passed how to find the owl as they went up.
Great Horned Owl
Great Horned Owl
Preening
Happened to catch a swallow zooming passed
Well, hello!
Seems unimpressed by his audience
Those eyes though…
We decided to take the “difficult” route back down. The difficult path was significantly more taxing than the way up. It had steep steps, sharp cutbacks, slippery spots, but also stunning views looking down on the town of Canmore. A fellow hiker whom I’d talked with about the owl told me where to find lady slipper orchids on the way back down.
Whitemans Pond and the parking lot below
Ha Ling Peak behind the waterfall
Whitemans Pond – The reservoir for water collected from the Spray Lakes above.
We made it safely down, with no bear encounters, but some absolutely amazing views, and a thrilling encounter with a truly stunning owl, who has apparently nested there for the past several years. Grassi Lakes was definitely a gem of a hike. Easy enough for the inexperienced hiker but as challenging as you’d like it to be. Don’t miss this delightful hike, and remember to look up on the side of Rundle Mountain as you reach the upper lake, to spot this lovely owl and maybe and owlet or two.
Lady Slipper Orchids! I didn’t even know there were orchids in Alberta!
Have you done this hike? What other hikes in the Canmore area do you recommend? As always, feel free to share, comment and ask questions. Until next time, happy traveling!
A successful hike. So gorgeous!
A well earned beverage at one of Canmore’s fine pubs post-hike.
No Recording Devices Allowed
Posted on September 18, 2012
As a shutterbug, the worst thing in the world for me to read is: No photography or recoding devices allowed at this event.
This was once again the case for me on my recent trip to Sin City. I was lucky enough to see Garth Brooks live at the Wynn Theatre. But there they were. On the ticket, plastered in the hallways of the theatre, posted on the doors. The Words. There was no way I was getting a camera into this place.
Not long ago I encountered the same problem. I saw Ben Folds at the Winspear Centre in Edmonton. “No Recoding of Any Kind”. Here in Edmonton, people don’t take the “no recording” sign so seriously. I didn’t bring my camera, because I am pretty law abiding and fearful of consequences. But here, before Ben even come out on stage, in my mind I was planning shots, rueing my lack of camera. I actually felt anxious about the great shots I was missing. A young man sitting in front of me, a rule breaker, a rebel, pulled out his camera, and as soon as Ben came out, he started photographing away. I hated the young man for being so brave and ballsy. And I also envied him. He got the shots I didn’t. It didn’t take long for security to come threaten him and he did put away his camera.
But even while the concert went on, I couldn’t stop thinking about his photos. About how he would remember this day so clearly because of his photos. I hemmed and hawed about whether to approach him, and whether I needed photos. Finally during intermission I introduced myself and asked him if he would please send me some photos. He agreed, and to his word, three days later, I received three beautiful photos of Ben. But even at the concert, I knew my attention was elsewhere and I was not getting the full experience, because of my camera anxiety.
Now back to Garth. So I’m sitting in the audience waiting for the show to begin. This is Vegas. I’m not going to risk snapping photos here. The mob works here. They’ll break my legs. Or worse – my camera. So I decided. This was out of my hands. I’m going to have to let the camera go, and enjoy “this” moment.
Garth came out. I was overcome with emotion. He told stories, he sang. I laughed, I cried. And for that moment, I forgot about my camera. It was Garth, the audience and me. I didn’t have to worry about the terrible lighting, or my shutter speed not being correct. I didn’t have to get upset that I was missing something while composing my shot. It was actually really freeing. I only have one photograph for this entry, one from a billboard . And the image I have in my head of the concert is already a bit foggy and dreamlike, but maybe this time it’s ok that my mind can remember Garth the way it wants to remember it. Maybe the glow we add in our minds is sometimes better than reality. Maybe that’s why I like to add the glow in photoshop. 😉
Thanks for reading, and please stop by again.
Leslie
Bark, bark, Ole!
Posted on May 27, 2012
Anyone who knows me well knows I love dogs. They are kind, non-judgmental souls. My own Lexi has given me so much joy and laughter in the last two years. Both times I’ve been to Mexico I noticed the stray dogs walking around the towns and villages. I have a real dichotomy of emotions with these dogs. Part of me wants to bring them all home and adopt them. The other part of me envies their freedom and absolute seemingly carefree demeanor. Here are some of the dogs I found.
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