Johnston Canyon Hike

I went on another forced march- I mean, lovely hike- with Greg yesterday. It's called Johnston Canyon Hike in Banff National Park. This one is not for the faint of legs (like me). My thighs were actually quivering during the last hour.

Let me confess straight away that I picked this hike from our hiking bible*. I noted that it was seven miles, one mile longer than the last hike, but I figured I could handle it. I liked the description:

"Ascending the narrow canyon, you'll cross steel catwalks attached to rock walls. The chasms and cascades are fantastic. Continue beyond the falls to the Ink Pots, where cold springs bubble to the surface."

My only real concern were those catwalks. I'm afraid of heights and when placed in a situation where the fall will kill you, I start to wonder what it would be like to jump. haha! A lot of people who have a fear of heights say this. It makes no logical sense and you would never actually do it, but I guess we enjoy scaring ourselves. Greg's only concern was that the hike might be too easy. *sigh*

We started out on the trail by some rental cabins and a big ole coffee shop. Greg saw this as a bad sign (crowds) but I was already ordering some fabulous coffee drink in my head for the ride home. The image made me so happy, I fairly floated across the catwalks without fear.






You can't tell from these photos, but there were a lot of people. (I waited for a break in the line to grab a picture.) When we passed families with young children on their shoulders, people with dogs and the elderly (I think I saw a guy with a cane! Greg says it was a walking stick. Whatever.), I figured I would do OK on this trail.

We walked along a raging river. I'm not kidding- it looked really mad about something! Probably the crowds. Maybe if it could have had some privacy, it would have merrily babbled. But it flowed by fast, throwing up spray and making a heck of a racket. It made me laugh. I can't help it. When someone's angry, I giggle. Nervous habit.



We saw what they call the Lower Falls which had a very cool tunnel carved out of the rock by the pounding water. We were able to walk through it and look The Lower Falls in the face. The Lower Falls looked back and splashed us. Greg gave The Falls a dirty look in return but I kind of liked it.




We continued walking upwards and made it to the Upper Falls. That uphill climbing is hard for me, especially if a hot flash strikes in the middle of it. The temperature was about 57, but I wound up trudging along in a tank top, my jacket tied around my waist. And, of course, I always had to make an announcement: "Hot flash! Hot flash!" Greg loves that.

The upper falls were interesting because there was a catwalk that took you right down to the river and in front of them:





OK, that was fun. The catwalks weren't scary, the falls were pretty and although some of the rises were difficult, I felt OK. But the guide book said that there was more to see if we continued along the trail. I was game.

We walked a short way and found a sign pointing to the Ink Pots-the next natural wonder. "2.7 kilometers," it read. Kilometers mean nothing to me, but I can understand an arrow, so I headed in that direction. The trail sloped upwards. (damn!)

Between huffs and puffs, I asked Greg how far 2.7 kilometers is. "Oh, a little more than...a mile and a half," he answered. (A mile and a freakin' half??? Uphill? In your brain no one can hear you scream.)

But here's the thing: no way was I going to let this hike win. I didn't want to be a quitter, so I put my head down and placed one foot in front of the other. I told myself, "This is my life now." I don't know how long we walked upwards. Two, three days? Oh wait, Greg says it was about 30 minutes. Mercifully, the trail started to head back down.



"It's a long way to the Ink Spots," Greg remarked.

I corrected him, "We're not going to see the singing group. It's Ink POTS." *GASP giggle GASP* "Unless you start to hear music. Then I'm wrong."

"Oh, OK," he said.

Sometimes he just doesn't get me.

Anyway, we made it to our destination and decided it should officially be the definition of anti-climatic.



Greg took a break and I took pictures.







Then we walked back.



The End
















*Don't Waste Your Time in the Canadian Rockies by Kathy and Craig Copeland

Cranky Meter: 4 out of 5 Frowny Faces. Too long, too much uphill climbing.

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Bow Glacier Falls Hike

The hike starts at Bow Lake which is a little over a two hour drive from our apartment. The cool thing about this lake is that it feeds the Bow River, which runs right past our apartment building in Calgary. Our goal was to reach the "Bow Glacier Falls" which is runoff from a glacier that spills into the Bow Lake.

Got all that? A glacier feeds the falls which feeds the lake which feeds the river which runs past the house that Jack built.

First hike of the year! I was feeling anxious about it because Greg is in great shape and I didn't want to drag him down with my huffing and puffing and whining. And it didn't help that when we parked the car in Banff to get some lunch before the hike, I was exhausted just climbing the stairs to the restaurant.

I've been going down to the gym in our building everyday to ride the stationary bike for 30 minutes. Sometimes I'll follow that up by walking up the 15 flights back to our apartment. It's not a gruelling workout but it's something I'll actually DO.

I think it helped. The hike was six miles round trip and the only part I had trouble with was a steep rise. I hate those mothers! They make me feel like such a loser, having to stop to catch my breath, feeling my legs complaining. agh! But then again, I think I did OK for an old broad.

Enough talk. Let's look at some pretty pictures:



The ice on the lake surprised us.





Dude, that's ice:





























OK, I'm tired of trying to figure out which pictures are the best, so I'm leaving them all. It's too many! I'm sorry! Maybe I'll delete some later. Just fly through them.



















This is a trail marker:























Cranky Meter: 3 out of 5 Frowny Faces. Why? Very steep climb at one point well into the hike. Scary part walking up on a cliff.