The last breakfast

Our last breakfast was one to remember: our hosts cooked us up bacon, eggs, pancakes, fresh muffins and pastries and, oddly, a flower. The other couple staying at the B&B promised us a 'Surprise' if we ate the flowers...sure enough, while the petals and stalk tasted like lettuce, the centre was peppery and HOT.

As I said, you can never have too many hot Springs, so on our way back to Calgary we stopped off at Whiteswan (also known as Lussier) hot Springs, quite a ways up a Mountain. Rylan was very secretive about them, so I wasn't quite expecting natural hot Spring pools located next to a cold running River surrounded by Mountains. Or the overwhelming sulphurous smell of rotten eggs.

Our penultimate stop on our route home involved a walk beside a bright blue River running through a canyon that grew deeper and deeper the closer we got to the falls at the top.

Finally, we stopped in Banff so that I could stock up on cheesy Canadian t-shirts. Banff really is a very touristy place - I'm not entirely sure why people visit the Rocky Mountains only to stay in Banff. Soon, it was time to leave the Mountains altogether and return to Calgary.

Back at the Alston's, we feasted on spicy goat curry, deer sausage, and our newly-acquired ice wine served in little chocolate cups. We ended my trip as we'd started, with a freak thunderstorm and a Tim Minchin DVD in the home cinema.

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lucy3119 on August 23, 2012 from Calgary, Canada

from the travel blog: Canada and a little USA 2012

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