Mountains high, falls, frozen rivers and the gene pool

An early rise to get ourselves showered breakfasted and packed prior to a quick call to Tom to wish him a happy birthday, then a call to Zoe to complete our brief chat on Friday. After saying goodbye to our hostess, Debbie, we were on the road again, this time to our first port of call at Athabasca Falls. We chose not to use the new Icefields Parkway but the old one which is a bit more windy and more picturesque as well as more switchback, speed limited and more peaceful. We stopped at Lake Leach, beautifully clear and still and very peaceful. Small fry were swimming in huge numbers in the shallows. The last 8 km were on a quite poor surface but took us directly to Athabasca Falls. (Engage superlative vocabulary mode – will not engage, already exhausted).

Sunwapta Falls

Once again the huge power of the water as it tumbled over ledges and rocks, carving a channel through rock that doesn't want to give way, allowing only the narrowest of passages and pouring foaming into the basin beneath was absolutely breathtaking. Neither words nor photos can do it justice, thank goodness for Sue's movie facility which at least manages to make a credible effort.

Sunwapta falls

Back on the road and off to Sunwapta Falls just off the main Icefields Parkway; I did not find this part of the much trumpeted parkway delivered as much as we had experienced on our alternative route. The falls are again spectacular; we were able to follow the course of the falls for some way down with the inevitable climb back up again! We found a lovely picnic table here at the top of the falls and had our lunch with the falls roaring in the background.

Off again down the Icefields Parkway and the scenery started to become dramatic again, making you realise what an insignificant item you are in the huge landscape. As we neared the Columbia Icefields Centre, it became really spectacular.

On the Athabasca Glacier

Our trip onto the Athabasca glacier was mind numbing – quite literally as there was an icy wind created by the cold air rushing down from the icefields above to the valley below. There is a bus that takes you about a mile to a transfer station where the huge six wheeled icecoaches wait to take you down a steep gradient to the surface of the glacier. They then trundle along the glacier for about a mile before unloading you on to the surface itself.

The tour bus, Athabasca glacier

15 minutes of gingerly walking on the icy surface seeing at first hand just how grubby ice can be when it has picked up bits of rock, tasted the pure water of the melting ice in the little rivulets running off the surface and taking photographs in an attempt to retain the scene left me feeling both elated and exhausted.

The guide gave us a fascinating commentary both on the way up and on the way back, so much so that I can remember very little of the detail.

Ice tour bus, Athabasca Glacier

Apparently, the ice is 300 feet thick at the point at which we stopped and there is something like 30 feet of snow each winter. The ice roadway on which the coaches travel has to be recreated each year by snow blowers, bulldozers and so on and has to be renewed twice a day. At the lower end of the approach to the glacier, there are 2 streams; one clear, the other cloudy but both from the Athabasca. The clear stream is the product of snow melt from the previous winter and the cloudy is ice melt from the glacier carrying 'rock flour' – fine particle rock debris. The glacier is of course retreating like all others where there is less snowfall than snowmelt and there are little markers to show where it was at at particular time. It has retreated 1.5 km in the last 150 years, which means 10 metres a year by my calculations.

Ice road back to the transfer station

After getting back to the car we took a trip to the car park about ½ mile from the foot of the glacier and walked to the foot. It was a steep climb but worth the effort. Apparently every year, there are people killed by walking on the glacier; the foot is a particularly unstable area and people fall through crevasses and ice bridges, either being severely injured or killed, either immediately by the fall or later by hypothermia. At the foot there are rivers of melt water and people trying to get onto to the foot can find the instability will cause then to loose footing and slip into the water. They are unlikely to survive the effect of hypothermia. All this is spelled out in notices at the foot with clearly marked boundaries. This didn't stop a lot of people chancing their luck!

Crevasses being braved by brainless people at the foot of the glacier

If I were the park authorities, I would make it clear that NO rescue attempt would be made if people chose to ignore the warnings; such genes are frankly better out of the pool! The message was rammed home by a note that in the last 3 attempts to rescue people the individual had died. Needless to say, we didn't attempt it!

Back in the car again, we enjoyed the spectacular drive to Saskatchewan River Crossing and our motel room for the night. We had intended to visit another falls on the way but missed the turning – oh well – there's always next time!!!!

Slight frustration at the motel – wifi only available at reception and at $7 for 40 minutes!! We declined the offer.

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rickandsuejohnson on August 17, 2010 from Lake Louise, Canada

from the travel blog: Go west, then go west some more.

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