Well, there is so little time for blogging over here. In the evening my body gives me strong signs of disagreements about me still being awake. This 8 hours timedifference is more present then I could imagine in Holland.
The flight was easy. In the plain to Canada i could choose out of 40 movies and I picked “…..to be single”. An easy positive feelgood movie. And what a amazing coïncidence: at the very end you see her reading “Wild”, just a glamp. And the last shot is her, solohiking in the mountains with a (not so big) rucksack and a nice quote of finally blablabla herself. She is about 25.
At the airport in Calgary they gave me the keys of a VW Golf. Of course an automatic. No Ford Ka as I ordered. Owh oké…when I sat in car i had no clue how to start it. My head was blank. I had to ask a nice person to explain me how it worked. And there I drove to the first hotel, still in Calgary, in a car who actually goes forward when you push the pedal.
Next day to Canmore, I checked in in a friendly B&B and saw my first wild animal.
It was a day of doing shopping for al my trailfood, gazz, bearspray, afterbite, azaron, prikweg as much as I could get because the Canadian musquito’s also like me. Not much time left for a first lowlevel walk to get used to the hight.
In the morning scedule was calling.
Thats why i started only so late for the first serious hike. It was tough this first one. Watch the gradient!