Let's get all these mountain pictures out of the way.
I think these are called Three Sisters:
Neither of us could remember this passage blasted through the rock, from our last trip:
You'd think it would be hard to forget:
One of the unnerving things about driving through the Rockies are the signs:
"Avalanche Area, No Stopping Next 900 Metres."
Then you see great hunks of rock sitting on the shoulder of the highway.
We only saw one elk, and couldn't get a good picture. Considering my sister's husband raises elk, it's not hard to see them any time we want, so I didn't try terribly hard. This fellow was making the road his own; we took photos from inside the truck:
More sights on our travels through Alberta:
|One of Scott's many great-nieces; look at that sweet little dress|
|Shelly, with the Welcome thingy she bought at Mallard Industries when she was here in September|