Saturday, March 9, 2013

Doing Lake Louise


Photo by Caryl Zimmerman























I have a list hanging on my 'frig of all the things I want to do before we leave this beautiful country. Since our anniversary was this past weekend, I was able to convince my husband to do the most expensive item on it: spend a night at The Chateau Fairmont Lake Louise. As a bonus, we would also be able to cross off "skate on Lake Louise," "take a horse-drawn sleigh ride" and "go dog sledding." Woot!

Even though we've been to Lake Louise a gazillion times, we've never stayed over. I researched the hell out of the place, learning when the sun rises and sets, when's the best time of day to dog-sled, which restaurants other travelers recommend...you get the picture. I knew it would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I wanted to do it right. I had notes, pamphlets and a schedule. Raise da roof!

We left early  when we were ready Saturday morning, full of coffee and high hopes. The weather forecast called for snow that night but that would only make our Sunday morning dog-sledding adventure that much better. One of the reviews I read said the first run of the day, in fresh snow is an unforgettable experience. Can I get a what what?!

Well, you can save your "what what." Everything went wrong. I wanted amazing photos of the lake at different times of day, but all was gray: the sky, the snow, my face- everything was a variation of the mixing of black and white: dark gray, light gray and grayish-gray. I managed to look like I was skating (even though I was a wobbly mess) in some photos Greg took, but they lack that punch of blue I was hoping for above the mountains. 


Photo by Greg Zimmerman


And when the sun went down after dinner, it must have done it someplace else. NO bright splashes of orange, pink or yellow. The view from our window just got darker, until all you could see was a ghostly light on the ice sculptures below. Creepy. The mountains could have sunk into the earth for all we knew. The whole world out there was black and still. And it looked cold.


Photo by Caryl Zimmerman


Time for our sleigh ride! (waah) I booked it at night because we've been to the back of the lake a few times during the day. I thought being there in the dead of night would be a unique experience. Apparently, I was the only one in the universe who felt that way because we were the only two people on a sleigh that could seat twenty people.

Here's a photo I took from our room during the day. Idyllic!



And here's a photo I took right before we climbed on. Scary!



I was looking forward to the silence of the forested trail while we hunkered down under a soft blanket. Instead, Greg and the driver struck up a conversation that lasted the entire hour we were out there. No silence, no hunkering and no moon illuminating the landscape. As a result, my other senses were heightened, which was unfortunate since my nose was in close proximity to the back end of two horses.

Wait- it gets better. 'Member earlier when I said my face was gray? We realized back at the hotel that my face was ashen because I had the beginnings of a cold. The introduction of illness added a delightful new emotion to our two hour dog sledding tour in the morning: fear. What if I threw up all over the sled? What if I needed a bathroom out there in the middle of the wilderness? What if I just stopped worrying about it and shut the heck up?

I rolled over in bed with a huff, determined to get a good night's sleep so I could see the freakin' sunrise from our window and enjoy a freakin' dog sled ride in a freakin' winter wonderland!! Happy freakin' anniversary!!

The alarm woke us at 7:00. Greg looked outside and reported that the black sky was slowly turning gray but due to a snowstorm, he couldn't see much of anything else. Of course he couldn't. I popped some cold medicine, showered and bundled up for the morning ahead of us. At least I'd get to see some dogs! The pamphlet said they love what they do and are very friendly. 

But when we arrived at the designated meeting place, we found the parking lot (and one car) buried under new snow. We called our tour guide who told us that -of course- the outing was canceled. They tried to reach me via email, but I hadn't been online all weekend. Apparently, there was an avalanche warning that day. So, no happy dogs, no fresh snow, no first run of the day.   

Greg asked me what I wanted to do since we had the room for a few more hours. I sneezed in reply and then said, "Let's go home."


Photo by Caryl Zimmerman



You would think that would be the end of the story but NO! Road conditions were so bad that it took us four hours to make the two hour drive home. Cars slid off into the ditches. Cars slid into one another.


NOT my photo. 
For the first two hours Greg called it an adventure! For the last two, he groused about all the "idiots" who didn't respect the snow and wound up sideways on the highway, causing delays for everyone else! I stupidly asked, "So, it's not an adventure anymore?"

I also received a silent glare when I said, "Now I can cross one more thing off my list: 'Drive home in a blizzard!'"  I can be kind of annoying in tense situations. 

The weekend wasn't all bad, of course. Any time you get to stay in a hotel and eat out it's a good time. Besides, I got some great snow pictures:


Photo by Caryl Zimmerman


Photo by Caryl Zimmerman
    
Photo by Caryl Zimmerman

Photo by Caryl Zimmerman

Photo by Caryl Zimmerman

Photo by Caryl Zimmerman



6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aww, sorry you got sick, your pictures are still beautiful! Happy Anniversary!

JI

Anonymous said...

Beautiful pictures Caryl.I really wanted to see the dog sledding ones :( sorry you missed out and hope you feel better quick. Helene

Anonymous said...

When you got home, I hope you renewed your vows. That trip was a metaphor...a life of struggles and tests that are intermingled with great beauty. Also, the possibility of veering off the road and inevitably navigating the course together and arriving safely home. It wasn't the anniversary you planned, but it was the anniversary that was planned for you. Happy Anniversary to you and many more. Love, Marge Mattioli

Anonymous said...

Well, it made for a great blog and perhaps, a more memorable anniversary than you planned! Hey, that was only #29, you have lots more anniversaries ahead and maybe you'll get another chance to dog sled....or not! Love to both, Mom

Anonymous said...

What a nice story... you make the miserable sound beautiful. And the pictures are AWESOME!!! Heck, you can always try it again! Like your mom said, you have many more anniversaries to plan and take... maybe you can do it again, in a different season! Love ya! NE sista

caryl said...

Thanks, everyone, for taking the time to read it and comment. I really do appreciate it. Marge- that was lovely. Mom- I just remembered our 10th anniversary when we took our first trip away from the kids and our van broke down! What is it with us and anniversaries?