On Rocky Ground: Part Deux #canada #rockies #holiday

Waking up before even the most self respecting sparrow would break wind, the whatever time difference between the Rockies and London working is oracle on me, I had time to kill. I have to admire my wife and children’s ability to sleep until whatever passes as breakfast time wherever we are staying. So I browsed the literature in the hotel. One thing struck me: Banff and London might be distant cousins on the Longitudinal family tree, but they’re as one when lines of Latitude were being handed out. Yet here, the winters are cold enough to freeze a witch’s nipples whereas in London we do a smattering of slush with the same regularity that someone brings out a decent Christmas single. Other oddities were that Moscow parallels with Glasgow, which maybe isn’t so strange. Eventually I went hunting for a cup of tea and…

Now here’s the thing. What is it with the continental land mass that comprises the US and Canada that they are incapable of sourcing tea leaves that generate a decent cup? Is it some sort of post-colonial, let’s-channel-our-inner-Boston-harbour schtick/snub, given the British are fuelled by tea and an overweening belief that someone has to be the adult around here? Anyway the pisswater that manages to be wrung from a yellow label Lipton’s tea bag was proffered and I did my best to look delighted as I inquired about fixing my ruined tyre.

There was something about the Canadian accent around here that I found charming. Not exactly mellifluous but soothing in a ‘would you like your toes massaged, sir?’ kind of way. No, as it happens, I hate that, but it’s nice of you to ask. Meanwhile the hotel informed me that the local branch of Avis, our car hire company, would be providing a spare vehicle so our day wouldn’t be impacted. They would deliver said car, take possession of our ‘one wheel on your wagon’ jalopy and sort things out, returning said vehicle in the afternoon. Let’s hope so.

Once the motley crew where up, breakfasted – memory says pancakes and maple syrup which would, perhaps be appropriate – I laid out the itinerary for day one. The Son had decided there was one cultural essential that we needed to focus on during our trip; we waited to be informed how this would affect our plans.

‘We need to find some poutine.’

I looked at the Textiliste who appeared equally bemused.

He decided to put us out of our ignorance. ‘It’s Canadian for kebab.’

Yep, we were none the wiser so he decided to treat us gently, and explained, with the Daughter nodding along. It appeared that at University both of them had Canadian friends and/or British friends who’d ‘done’ Canada. In discussion it had been become apparent that Canadians of their vintage, having had a night of excess would be equally attacked by the munchies. Whereas, in our day that might have led to a bag of chips (fries) or a dripping-in-grease spring roll, for our offspring the greasy carb-hit of choice was the kebab. In Canadia it was poutine. For my non Canadian readers who may not have experienced this culinary marvel, it comprises fries (so far, so British), gravy (that too could fit certain parts of these Benighted Isles) and squeaky or curd cheese.

Naturally both the Textiliste and I wondered (a) whether these really were our children and (b) how long before the pressure to source authentic poutine became unstoppable. I gave it until lunch.

Other Canadian food experiences…

Before we needed to decide, we were picked up by a guide. There are pros and cons to paying for a guide or doing ones own thing. On the one had, freedom of choice means you can do as much or as little as you want; on the other you often miss out, especially if, as here there was a lot to pack in and little time to do it.

Hence the guide, especially on day one. We piled into the transport and met Anika, a French Canadian from Montreal who was said guide. I wondered how long it would be before I made some disparaging comment about the French, scoffed at De Gaulle and his Vivre Quebec Libre and was sent to the back of the bus to think about the meaning of international co-operation. In fact, the Textiliste made it clear that, while I might consider myself to be a humourist and wag, today, if I didn’t mind, could I please shove my attempts to lighten the atmosphere? I mean, am I really that bad? Sadly the children sided with their mother. Turncoats.

Anika was delightful, informative and helpful. The plan was to drive to Lake Louise and hike up to the glacier, before lunch. This would be taken at the Six Glaciers tea house. Getting there was eye opening. ‘Scotland on steroids’ one of the family said and, yes, you could make that case. The mountainous backdrop, just cruising along the highway was spectacular. We’d not appreciated it the night before when we arrived but now, firmly ensconced in the Banff national Park it was all around us. I was becoming inspired to write a poem…


‘Yes, Sam?’

‘Can I get poutine for lunch?’

‘Not really. The tea hut isn’t likely…’

‘The guidebook says we start by a hotel?’

‘The Fairmont. It’s a famous Chateau. I doubt it will serve poutine.’ Pause. ‘Or the sort you’re after.’

The Lad was disappointed, though his chance would come. More to the point, my muse had gone to sulk, swamped by images of soggy chips. We moved on in more sombre mood.

The hike was twelve kilometres. I loved it as the grin in the photos suggests. I wrote this in my journal…

‘I’m sitting in the sun at the Six Glaciers tea house waiting for the next CRACK-BOOM of an avalanche spying on the curious chipmunks as they forage amongst the detritus of picnicery. Our Lake Louise tour – a 12 km hike up towards the every receding glacier is delightful. The famous lake with the Chateau at the far, bottom end is fabulously beautiful – a milky turquoise meltwater fed through glacier rock flow of much depleted ice. Now above 6000ft we catch our breath and prepare to descend. One disappointment? No sign of bears, but, for now the chipmunks will do well enough.

I’d never seen glacial melt water before this, that turquoise opalescence is unique to glaciers with the rock flour causing sunlight refraction (I think I was paying attention). I remember standing by the edge of the lake, transfixed. If I see nothing else new this holiday, I thought, then Canada has done me proud.

In fact, I had more to enjoy later that day…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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25 Responses to On Rocky Ground: Part Deux #canada #rockies #holiday

  1. Writing at your entertaining best – good pics, too

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  2. I have not been to Canada, Geoff, but it sounds wonderful [in the summer time!]. The water is a lovely colour, Scotland’s lochs do not look like that, they look black and creepy. My kids are also turncoats when it comes to siding with me. Of course, I am always right …. [grin!]

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    • TanGental says:

      Quite; little darlings should understand there will be consequences… when you do see glacial melt water you will be blown away; there really is nothing like it.

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  3. Darlene says:

    I have spent a lot of time in the Rocky Mountains and ever time I go there, I am awestruck. So glad you were impressed. Lake Louise is the icing on the cake and definitely poem inspiring.

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  4. Oh my goodness it looks incredible! Wonderful writing too! ✨

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  5. Chel Owens says:

    We saw a bear at Glacier National Park in Montana. 🐻

    These pictures are gorgeous! I hope your muse resurfaced for some verses, later.

    And I have no apology for the tea. I don’t drink it and can only explain that it must fall in the same category as their other pre-made food items at hotels: cheap, quick, tasteless; use your own if you want a good beverage.

    Share and enjoy.

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    • TanGental says:

      Indeed we do try and remember the take some so we can at least savour a proper waking cuppa… the day doesn’t seem to have really started until we’ve had no. 1 cup..

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  6. What fun, Geoff! I can’t wait to get to Banff and see the Canadian Rockies. I’ll be sure to try the poutine. And your comment about tea cracked me up. I’ve heard it before that Americans (and Canadians, it seems) have no idea how to make tea. Lol. I’ll have to try some “real” tea when I visit England.

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  7. L.K. Latham says:

    Now I want to go. What beautiful pic. BTW: I carry my own tea with me when I travel anywhere in the Americas. There are good shops about, but hotels will never have good tea.

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  8. Thanks for the tour, Geoff. I am totally stunned that your family thinks your humor needs to be stifled.

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  9. I remember that hike from our first visit (2007). I was very impressed with having a tea house up a mountain. Scotland could learn from that! I enjoyed Lake Louise much less in our second visit (2017). The number of tourists had shot up to a level beyond comfortable. Mind you, i’d take that over now.

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  10. JT Twissel says:

    That’s beautiful country – poutine is meant to get Canadians through frigid winters. Way too many calories for anyone in temps above 20 below.

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  11. Elizabeth says:

    Silenced by your spouse? Prevented by starting another French-English war? The horror! The horror!

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  12. Widdershins says:

    Glacier lake-water blew my socks off too, the first time I saw it … which by strange happenstance was at Lake Louise too. 🙂

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