Day 4: May 20, 2006
Jasper national park is gorgeous (I would italisize gorgeous if I could). We saw a lot of glaciers, mostly small ones which were clutching the side of the mountains. We also saw a lot of glacial runoff. I did not know water could come in that shade of green. It is amazing. Tracy also mocked bottled "glacier" water. Real glacial water is opaque and full of minerals. It might not be bad for you but mud is not known for its tasty-ness even if it is pretty.
Oh– we also saw an ice field– or what was left of an ice field. It was enormous. And the mountains it had carved and terrain made it clear just how massive it once had been. Some of the "glacial gravel" were these rocks that were the size of VW beetles...
Last night we stayed in a hostel. We realized Jasper was out of our price range when we saw the hotel prices as ranging from "one of your limbs," to "an internal organ," to "your soul– immortal or otherwise."
The hostel was a "rustic" hostel in bear country (as the signs kept telling us). This meant that the only electricity was in the main cabin where you had to store all of your food and brushed your teeth. There was no running water, but there were outhouses available and fortunately did not smell too bad.
The rooms were "dorm" style, which equates to six bunks per room. The rooms were also co-ed. Tracy and I got to share ours with a random Frenchman. We slept in our clothes despite the fact that our scuzz tolerance levels had just taken a drastic hike. He snored but other than that we were good.
It is really weird thinking of gas in cents per litre rather than dollars per gallon.
Today hasn’t been all that exciting. It has rained a lot. Not that interesting but it is informative.
Gas is prohibitively expensive here. One of the stations we stopped at did amuse us though. It had the tank above ground– looked like it had come right of the train or truck. This station had one antiquated pump. Came directly off the tank.
It amused us.
Tracy and I just had an argument. We were both emphatic that we were right. We have not reached an agreement. We were passed by a car of an interesting color. Tracy insists that it is "bronze tomato," I say that it is "celebrity tan." (That weird spray paint kind)
I am right of course. I am always right. Tracy is obviously wrong. *scoff* It was silly of her to argue with me really. Silly Tracy.
Oh– we also saw an ice field– or what was left of an ice field. It was enormous. And the mountains it had carved and terrain made it clear just how massive it once had been. Some of the "glacial gravel" were these rocks that were the size of VW beetles...
Last night we stayed in a hostel. We realized Jasper was out of our price range when we saw the hotel prices as ranging from "one of your limbs," to "an internal organ," to "your soul– immortal or otherwise."
The hostel was a "rustic" hostel in bear country (as the signs kept telling us). This meant that the only electricity was in the main cabin where you had to store all of your food and brushed your teeth. There was no running water, but there were outhouses available and fortunately did not smell too bad.
The rooms were "dorm" style, which equates to six bunks per room. The rooms were also co-ed. Tracy and I got to share ours with a random Frenchman. We slept in our clothes despite the fact that our scuzz tolerance levels had just taken a drastic hike. He snored but other than that we were good.
It is really weird thinking of gas in cents per litre rather than dollars per gallon.
Today hasn’t been all that exciting. It has rained a lot. Not that interesting but it is informative.
Gas is prohibitively expensive here. One of the stations we stopped at did amuse us though. It had the tank above ground– looked like it had come right of the train or truck. This station had one antiquated pump. Came directly off the tank.
It amused us.
Tracy and I just had an argument. We were both emphatic that we were right. We have not reached an agreement. We were passed by a car of an interesting color. Tracy insists that it is "bronze tomato," I say that it is "celebrity tan." (That weird spray paint kind)
I am right of course. I am always right. Tracy is obviously wrong. *scoff* It was silly of her to argue with me really. Silly Tracy.
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