Okay, the hills were not a surprise. We knew we would gain 1000 meters in elevation between Jasper and the Columbia Icefields. But the headwinds were an ugly surprise, starting about Mile 40. And the horseflies were nasty. I killed a few along the way, but too many survived.
Now, we are battling mosquitoes in our campsite. They are landing on me (despite the insect repellent) as I write. Dean built a campfire with the leftover firewood here at our campsite, and Ted and Karl came over and enjoyed it with us.
Today's ride was perhaps the hardest to date, but also very beautiful.
We stopped at Athabasca Falls early in the day.
There was a sign warning us not to do anything stupid
and a park bench erected in memorial for somebody who did.
Some men from India saw us and asked if they could take a photo of us. I got them to take a picture with my camera as well. I guess we are going in their photo album along with the shots of wildlife they see.(from left, standing: Dean, Clement, Susan, Karl, Ted, seated: Barbara and Barb.
When I heard that we were going to camp tonight at the "icefields", I was not particularly enthusiastic. Who wants to sleep on ice?
Fortunately, we are not actually sleeping on or next to them; we can see them on the mountains from camp.
Mike led us on a "short walk" after dinner.
It actually took us about an hour and a half total, but the views were pretty spectacular.
This is a view of the Ice Center. You can also see the road we cycled in on.
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