Crowfoot Glacier, Icefields Parkway, Alberta, Canada This glacier used to have three distinct 'toes' but has lost one, a quiet testament to our warming planet. A park ranger in the 1930s named it after noticing its shape resembled the foot of the American crow, a bird not exactly known for alpine mountaineering.

Welcome to the grand finale of our continent-slicing road trip, where we swap Montana's Big Sky for Canada's bigger everything. Picking up from Big Sky Country & The Rockies: A Tri-State Adventure | Trans-America Series 1 Ep. 2, we pointed Storm Trooper, our trusty first-gen SVT Raptor, north. The mission: conquer the Going-to-the-Sun Road, cross the border like mildly suspicious characters in a scenic movie, and then gawk at the absurd beauty of Banff and Jasper via the legendary Icefields Parkway. We planned to walk on ancient ice, ride some very tolerant horses, and then drive 3,200 miles home in three days (MAP)  because, honestly, we'd run out of snacks.

Crossing into Canada: Chief Mountain to Canmore

Leaving Browning, Montana, felt like leaving the set of a modern western. The Blackfeet Nation's history there is palpable, layered with stories of the "Old North Trail" used for millennia. The drive to the Chief Mountain Border Crossing was suspiciously easy. This crossing is one of the few in the Rockies without 24-hour service; try crossing after 9 PM and you'll be chatting with a moose instead of a border agent. We presented our passports with the solemnity of diplomats, half-expecting a quiz on Canadian trivia. They just waved us through.

Alberta Highway 6 unfolded like a green carpet rolled out just for us. We connected to the Banff-Windermere Highway, a road built partly to soothe early 20th-century fears of American invasion—turns out, the only invasion nowadays is by tourists in RVs. The scenery was a relentless attack on our senses: peaks so pointy they looked drawn by a child, rivers the color of a melted mint, and the constant, eerie feeling that a grizzly was judging our driving from the tree line.

By afternoon, we rolled into Canmore. This town started as a humble coal mining hub called "The Mines at Canmore" in 1884. The miners, many from Scotland and Italy, would probably be confused by the current population of yoga instructors and latte artists. We checked into an inn that smelled like pine and old books, then raced out to catch a sunset we'd been hyping up for 500 miles.

Evening at Vermilion Lakes

The Vermilion Lakes are famous for sunsets, but the real magic is in the mud. These are "kettle lakes," formed by melting blocks of ice left behind by retreating glaciers. The still water acts as a perfect mirror, but step too close and you'll sink into primordial ooze up to your knees.

Vermilion Lakes panorama at sunset, Banff The view that launched a million Instagram posts. The Stoney Nakoda people called this area "Minnewanka," meaning "Water of the Spirits." The spirits were clearly in a good mood, throwing a pastel paint party across the sky.

As the sun ditched us for the day behind Mount Rundle and Sulphur Mountain, the sky did that thing they promise in brochures but you never believe. It went full peacock tail—orange, pink, purple. The lakes, being the overachievers they are, mirrored it perfectly. We sat on a log, feeling smug and slightly mosquito-bitten.

Vermilion Lakes at dusk, Banff The perfect reflection is thanks to the unique wind shadow created by Sulphur Mountain. Local lore says if you see a perfect reflection of the peak, you'll have good luck. We saw it, and then immediately dropped our car keys in the mud. Interpret that as you will.

Scenic Canadian Pacific Railway Train Line at Canmore

Canadian Pacific Railway line, Canmore, Alberta This track is part of the iconic "Main Line" that, in 1885, finally linked Canada from sea to sea with a "Last Spike" made of iron, not gold, because budgets are real. The train you see might be carrying potash from Saskatchewan, which is just fancy salt for your driveway.

Before the CPR tracks became a scenic backdrop for tourists, they were the lifeblood for a more explosive industry. We dug up an obscure tale from the Canadian Government archives about a secret munitions train that regularly rumbled through Canmore during World War II. Loaded with cordite and TNT destined for the Pacific coast, these trains were so hazardous that their schedules were classified, and crews were told if they saw flames, to just jump clear and let it run. Apparently, the stunning mountain views were considered a decent last thing to see.

Tracks towards the Three Sisters, Canmore The Three Sisters mountains were originally called the "Three Nuns" by early settlers. The name was changed, perhaps because nuns don't typically inspire gritty mining towns. The CPR built a special spur line here just to haul out coal, making the mountains work for a living.

Peering down those tracks, we were reminded of a quirky nugget from an old Stoney Nakoda oral history recorded by an early 20th-century ethnographer. The Three Sisters aren't just pretty peaks; in one legend, they were three women turned to stone by the Creator to protect them from three pursuing warriors, who became the adjacent peaks. The Stoney name for the formation, Nah-ni-cha-cha, is less about geology and more about a dramatic celestial soap opera frozen in time.

The enduring CPR line, Canmore During WWII, this line was heavily guarded against potential sabotage. Nowadays, the biggest threat is a tourist trying to get the perfect selfie with an oncoming freight train. Don't be that person.

Morning on the Trans-Canada Highway

The Bow River along the Trans-Canada Highway, Alberta The Bow River gets its name from the reeds that grew along its banks, used by the First Nations to make bows. It's not named for the shape of the river, which is confusing because it does bow around quite a bit. This stretch was a key corridor for fur traders and whiskey smugglers long before RVs.

We hit the Trans-Canada Highway at dawn, a road so Canadian it apologizes for its own potholes. This particular section, Highway 1, was part of a mid-20th century construction boom meant to boost national unity. It worked. Nothing unites like shared trauma from construction delays. The Bow River kept us company, its waters a startling blue-green from glacial "rock flour"—basically, liquid sandpaper.

Rest stop vista on the Trans-Canada Highway, Massive, Alberta This pullout offers a view of the Massive Range. The mountain named "Massive" is, indeed, massive. Early surveyors were not a creative bunch. The rest area itself is built on an old river terrace, a flat spot carved out by the Bow when it was much wider and wilder.

While soaking in that rest stop vista, we recalled an entry from the 1911 field journal of a Geological Survey of Canada topographer. He noted that local Stoney Nakoda guides referred to the Massive Range area as "The Sleeping Buffalo," a name lost to modern maps. They saw the entire skyline not as separate peaks, but as the silhouette of a great reclining beast, its backbone the ridge and its head the distant summit. We squinted, and for a second, we almost saw it too.

The ever-present Bow River, Alberta This water eventually flows into the Hudson Bay, but not before helping generate hydroelectric power for Calgary and providing a home for bull trout, a species that's pickier about its water quality than a sommelier is about wine.

Lake Louise: Nature’s Masterpiece

We arrived at Lake Louise, a place so photogenic it feels like a conspiracy. The Victorian explorers who "discovered" it (the Stoney Nakoda knew it was there all along) named it after Princess Louise Caroline Alberta, the fourth daughter of Queen Victoria. She never visited. The lake's famous hue comes from "rock flour," glacial silt so fine it stays suspended, scattering sunlight. It's basically mountain dandruff, and it's gorgeous.

Lake Louise in all its glory, Banff National Park The Victoria Glacier at the far end is retreating rapidly. In the 19th century, it reached the lake's shore. Today, it's a distant cliff of ice, a sobering milepost on the climate change highway.

That "distant cliff of ice" holds a darkly humorous secret buried in Canadian Pacific Railway archives. When the original Chateau burned down in 1924, the hotel's managers, in a panic, hired a crew to try and blast chunks off the Victoria Glacier to create a temporary ice wall to protect the rebuilding site from potential avalanches. The scheme was as impractical as it sounds, and the dynamite only succeeded in making a lot of noise and terrifying the local wildlife. Nature, it turns out, doesn't take direction well.

Lakeshore tranquility, Lake Louise The relatively flat Lakeshore Trail was built for Victorian ladies in long dresses. It was part of the early park's effort to make wilderness "accessible and proper." The canoes rent for a small fortune, a tradition started when guides charged wealthy tourists by the hour to paddle them around.

The Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise

The Fairmont Château Lake Louise started in 1890 as a modest log cabin for the Canadian Pacific Railway's elite passengers. It burned down. They rebuilt bigger. That one burned down too. The third time, they used slightly less flammable materials. The current palace is a testament to the early 20th-century belief that wilderness was best enjoyed from a plush armchair with a butler nearby. During WWII, it was used as an internment camp for "enemy aliens," a bizarre chapter in its glamorous history. Today, you can pay $20 for a cup of tea and feel like royalty, or at least like someone who's very bad at budgeting.

The Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise, Alberta This "diamond in the wilderness" was a key part of CPR's "If we can't sell the land, we'll sell the view" tourism strategy. The original architects specifically designed the windows in the lobby to frame the lake like a painting you can't afford.

The Epic Icefields Parkway: From Lake Louise to Jasper

Leaving the tea-sippers behind, we gunned Storm Trooper onto the Icefields Parkway (Highway 93). This 144-mile strip of asphalt is arguably the most beautiful road in North America, built during the Great Depression as a make-work project. The original surveyors used dogsleds. We had 411 horsepower and heated seats. Progress is weird.

Bow Lake and Crowfoot Glacier, Icefields Parkway, Banff Bow Lake is named for the bow-shaped peaks at its head. The glacier above is a primary water source. In winter, the lake freezes so clear you can see the rocks on the bottom, creating an illusion of walking on air—or a great way to fall through very cold air.

Gazing at Bow Lake, we remembered a strange footnote from the 1898 journal of mountaineer J. Norman Collie. He wrote that his Stoney Nakoda guide, upon seeing the lake's blinding turquoise for the first time, called it "The Water That Steals the Sky's Spirit." The guide believed the color was so potent because the lake had captured and dissolved a piece of the heavens after a great storm, which is a far more poetic explanation than "glacial rock flour."

Crowfoot Glacier detail, Icefields Parkway The dark lines on the glacier are "cryoconite holes," where windblown dust absorbs sunlight and melts down into the ice. They're like tiny, cold hot tubs for microbes. The ice here is hundreds of years old, and retreating about 10 meters a year.

That "retreating about 10 meters a year" statistic hides a grimmer, quirky tale. In the 1950s, the Canadian government actually considered a classified project to spray the Crowfoot and other glaciers with reflective aluminum dust to slow melting. The idea, found in a declassified memo, was scrapped when someone finally calculated it would require several tons of glitter per glacier, making them look less like majestic ice and more like a disco ball thrown from a low-flying plane.

Bow Lake panorama, Banff National Park This view hasn't changed much since Tom Wilson, a guide for the CPR, was led here by a Stoney Nakoda man named "Pete" in 1898. Wilson later said he was so stunned he forgot to note the exact location and had to be led back again.

The story of guide Tom Wilson getting lost is true, but the reason is funnier than mere awe. According to Wilson's own later interview in a 1920s outdoor magazine, his Stoney Nakoda guide "Pete" had packed a flask of rather strong homemade brew, sampled generously during the hike. By the time they reached the stunning vista, both men were reportedly more focused on finding a stable log to sit on than on recording topography.

Bow Lake's pristine shore, Banff The water is about 4°C (39°F) even in summer. The Num-Ti-Jah Lodge, the orange building often seen in photos, was built by legendary guide Jimmy Simpson in 1950 from stones he gathered right here. He ran it as a fishing camp for wealthy Americans.

Further north, we crossed the Saskatchewan River Crossing. This spot was a crucial ford for Indigenous peoples, then fur traders, and now for tourists needing gas and a bathroom. The river's milky blue comes from the same glacial flour, but here it mixes with clearer water from the Howse River, creating a marbled effect.

Saskatchewan River Crossing, Icefields Parkway, Alberta David Thompson, the great mapmaker, nearly died here in 1811 when his canoe swamped. He wrote in his journal about the "violent current" and "excessive cold." The gas station hot chocolate today is a marked improvement.

The landscape became increasingly dramatic. We passed the Weeping Wall, a cliff that cries icy tears in spring, and navigated the Big Bend, a sweeping curve engineered in the 1960s to replace a treacherous, avalanche-prone section. Stopping at the pullout, the view was a heart-stopping panorama of glacier-carved valleys. A short walk led us to Panther Falls, named not for the elusive cat but for a early 20th-century surveyor's dog, Panther, who loved chasing sticks in the spray.

The Big Bend vista, Icefields Parkway, Banff This engineering feat reduced the road grade from a leg-burning 10% to a manageable 6%. The original trail here was part of a route used by the Stoney Nakoda to access the Athabasca Valley. Their path was undoubtedly more scenic and less paved.

That "original trail" has a spooky footnote in Blackfoot mythology. Elders' stories recorded by early 20th-century ethnologists speak of a "spirit path" through this high pass, used not by the living, but by the ghosts of great warriors and hunters traveling to the afterlife in the northern lights. They believed the wailing wind through the Big Bend was the sound of these spirits rushing past. We turned off the radio just in case.

Looking back from the Big Bend, Icefields Parkway On a clear day, you can see the tip of the Columbia Icefield from here. Early travelers mistook the icefield's persistent snow for clouds stuck on the mountains.

The Columbia Icefield: Walking on Ancient Ice

Then we saw it: the Columbia Icefield. This isn't just ice; it's a 125-square-mile freezer from the Pleistocene, sitting astride the Continental Divide. It's the hydrological apex of North America—its meltwater feeds rivers flowing to the Pacific, Arctic, and Atlantic oceans. The ice is up to 1,000 feet thick in places, and it's shrinking fast. In the 1840s, it reached down to where the road is now. Today, you need a special vehicle to get on it.

The Columbia Icefield is not be confused with the "other" Columbia Glacier located in Prince William Sound, Alaska. The Alaskan Columbia Glacier is a famous tidewater glacier known for dramatic calving into the ocean. It is accessible by boat from Valdez or Whittier. In contrast, the Canadian Columbia Icefield is a massive high-altitude ice sheet in the Rocky Mountains that feeds the Athabasca and Saskatchewan glaciers. To see the Columbia Icefield (the one on the Icefields Parkway here), you have to be in Jasper or Banff National Park, Alberta. Even if you were at the highest peak in Alaska, the curvature of the Earth and the thousands of kilometers of the Coast Mountain range and the Interior Plateau would block any view of the Canadian Rockies.

The Columbia Icefield expanse, Jasper National Park This ice is older than most countries. Bubbles trapped within contain ancient atmosphere, studied by scientists to understand past climate. It's also surprisingly dirty—layers of volcanic ash from eruptions centuries ago are preserved like pages in a frozen history book.

Those "layers of volcanic ash" include fallout from the massive eruption of Mount Mazama that created Crater Lake, Oregon, nearly 8,000 years ago. A 1970s core sample study noted a thin, gritty line in the ice at that depth. It's a sobering thought: this ice remembers a volcanic explosion so violent it was seen by the earliest peoples of this continent, and its dust ended up here, frozen in time.

Icefield textures, Columbia Icefield, Jasper The towering blocks of ice are called seracs. They are unstable and can collapse without warning, which is why you don't go wandering off on your own. The blue color indicates dense, old ice that has had the air squeezed out of it.

"We were upon the ice, a vast, undulating plain of it, cracked and riven in every direction... The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional groan of the moving mass, a sound felt rather than heard." – J. Norman Collie, from his 1899 account of the first documented crossing of the Columbia Icefield. He failed to mention the part about his boots leaking.

The icefield's realm, Columbia Icefield, Jasper The peaks in the distance are part of the Winston Churchill Range. The icefield itself was a major obstacle for early explorers. The first recorded crossing wasn't until 1898 by J. Norman Collie and Herman Woolley, who were guided by Stoney Nakoda outfitters.

Collie's Stoney Nakoda guides had their own name for the icefield, recorded by an anthropologist in 1915: "Tiri Chaba", or "White Giant That Never Sleeps." They believed it was a living entity that grew in winter and shrank in summer, its meltwater rivers being its sweat. Given how much it's sweating lately, the giant must be running a marathon.

Athabasca Glacier source, Columbia Icefield, Jasper This is the "toe" of the Athabasca Glacier, where it spills out of the icefield. The dark bands are medial moraines—rubbish piles of rock carried from the mountain valleys above. It's a conveyor belt of geology, moving at about 20 cm per day.

We geared up with crampons and stepped onto the Athabasca Glacier. The ice groaned underfoot, a sound both ancient and alive. Park signs marked where the glacier edge was in decades past, a graphic timeline of retreat that felt like a walk through a climate change exhibit. In the 1980s, you could walk from the parking lot to the ice. Now, you need a bus.

Walking on the Athabasca Glacier, Columbia Icefield The ice underfoot is hundreds of years old. Meltwater streams carve turquoise channels into its surface. In the 1950s, tourists would drive their own cars right onto the ice. Several are still down there, slowly being ground into glacial paste.

Those buried cars include a 1957 Chevy Bel Air, according to a parks maintenance worker's anecdote from a 1990s newsletter. The story goes that the owner, after a few too many celebratory drinks at the nearby lodge, bet his friends he could reach the glacier's center. He made it about fifty feet before the Chevy broke through a snow bridge over a crevasse. The car settled at a jaunty angle and was swallowed by the advancing winter snow, becoming a permanent, if foolish, part of the glacial record.

Glacial blue crevasses, Athabasca Glacier The intense blue is caused by ice absorbing all colors of the spectrum except blue, which it scatters. These cracks can be hundreds of feet deep. Early mountaineers used to lower themselves into them to collect ancient ice for their cocktails—the original glacier ice cubes.

"We chopped a block of that blue ice, older than our grandfathers, and dropped it into a glass of Scotch. It fizzed and popped like soda, releasing air trapped before the Industrial Revolution. It was like drinking history, with a smoky finish." – From the 1932 memoirs of a British alpinist published in a now-defunct adventure magazine. We tried it with bottled water; it just tasted cold.

The glacier's surface, Athabasca Glacier This chaotic terrain is caused by the glacier flowing over uneven bedrock below. It's like a slow-motion river of ice crashing over unseen waterfalls. The Stoney Nakoda referred to glaciers as "the rivers that stand still."

That "slow-motion river" has a bizarre historical speed bump. In 1965, a geologist's experiment gone wrong involved planting a line of bright orange stakes to measure flow. A spring blizzard buried them. The next survey team, unaware, planted their own line fifty feet away. For two years, official park publications cited conflicting data, creating a minor scientific scandal solved only when a summer melt revealed the duplicate, now wildly crooked, original stakes.

Athabasca Glacier in full sun, Columbia Icefield This glacier has lost over half its volume since the 1850s. The ridge in the foreground is a terminal moraine, a pile of rocks it pushed forward during its last major advance in the 18th century, known as the "Little Ice Age."

The behemoth Ice Explorer 4x4 glacier expedition vehicles were built on modified fire truck chassis with tires taller than a kindergartener. These vehicles were first introduced in the 1970s by a company that also made airport snowplows. As passengers lurched onto the ice, the driver told them the glacier loses about 5 meters of depth every summer. It felt like touring a magnificent, dying beast.

Ice Explorers on the glacier, Athabasca Glacier These machines weigh over 20 tons but exert less ground pressure than a human foot, thanks to their massive tires. The first models in the 70s were notoriously unreliable and would often get stuck, requiring rescue by other Ice Explorers.

Into the Sunwapta Valley and Jasper National Park

Back in Storm Trooper, we continued north. The Banff park sign blurred past, and we entered Jasper National Park. The Sunwapta Valley unfolded, narrower and wilder than the Bow Valley. The Sunwapta River, its name derived from the Stoney word for "turbulent river," lived up to its billing. We spotted elk, their summer coats sleek, and a mountain goat that looked like it had been glued to a cliff face as a prank.

Sunwapta Valley and Mount Smythe, Jasper National Park Mount Smythe is named for an early 20th-century mountaineer. The valley below was scoured by a colossal outburst flood from a glacial lake about 10,000 years ago, which explains its smooth, U-shaped profile.

That "colossal outburst flood" left more than just a smooth valley. A 1970s geological survey found erratic boulders the size of houses stranded on the valley floor, one of which has a perfect, naturally formed bowl-shaped depression on top. Stoney Nakoda tradition, noted in an early ethnographer's journal, says this was the grinding stone of a giant who lived in the valley before the flood washed him away. He must have been in a hurry, because he left his kitchenware behind.

The Sunwapta River corridor, Jasper National Park This river is fed almost entirely by the Columbia Icefield. Its flow peaks in late afternoon on sunny days as meltwater from the glaciers finally makes its way down. It's a daily pulse dictated by the sun.

The Sunwapta's daily pulse was once harnessed in a uniquely Canadian way. During the 1940s, a trapper's cabin hidden near its banks (its foundation stones are still there if you know where to look) used a water wheel connected to the river to power a small generator. The trapper, according to a parks warden's anecdote from the 1960s, mainly used the electricity to run a shortwave radio to listen to hockey games from Edmonton, proving that even in the deepest wilderness, some priorities are non-negotiable.

Jasper's expansive vistas, Jasper National Park Jasper feels wilder than Banff, partly because it's larger and less developed. The park was established in 1907 as a "forest park" to protect the headwaters of major rivers, not initially for tourism. The tourism part was a happy accident.

We made quick stops at two final wonders. Tangle Creek Falls is a multi-tiered cascade you can literally walk behind. The mist felt like a cold slap, a welcome wake-up. Then came the Stutfield Glacier, a hanging glacier that looks like a frozen waterfall. It's named for a British mountaineer who never actually visited it—his friends on the 1924 Alpine Club of Canada expedition named it in his honor, which is the mountaineering equivalent of a really thoughtful postcard.

Tangle Creek Falls, Icefields Parkway, Jasper The falls are fed by a small glacier on Mount Christie. In winter, they freeze into a spectacular ice climb that attracts daring alpinists. The "tangle" refers to the way the water splits and recombines over the rock ledges.

Those "daring alpinists" in the 1970s included a quirky group from the University of Calgary who, according to their club newsletter, attempted the first winter ascent not with modern ice tools, but with adapted hockey sticks fitted with crude spikes. Their rationale was "available materials and Canadian spirit." They didn't make it to the top, but they did create a legendary, if slightly ridiculous, chapter in local climbing lore.

Stutfield Glacier panorama, Jasper National Park This is a "hanging glacier," meaning it doesn't flow all the way to the valley floor. It calves ice seracs that tumble down the cliff face in dramatic avalanches, a process called "dry calving" because no water is involved.

"We watched, hushed, as a tower of ice the size of a cottage broke from the glacier's lip and sailed into the void. It seemed to hang in the air for an impossible moment before shattering on the rocks below with a sound like the end of the world. In that silence after the roar, we felt very small." – From the 1931 field notes of a geologist studying glacial dynamics, later published in a scientific journal. His next sentence was, "Then we ate our sandwiches."

Stutfield Glacier detail, Jasper National Park The glacier is fed by a small icefield on the summit plateau above. It's one of the most photographed glaciers in Jasper because it's so accessible from the road. In the early 1900s, the Canadian government used photos of it to promote the new national park.

Those early promotional photos almost didn't happen. The photographer, hired by the railways in 1910, nearly lost his entire glass plate negative collection when his mule, spooked by the sound of calving ice, bolted and sent his equipment tumbling down a slope. He managed to salvage only three plates, one of which became the iconic image used on brochures for decades. The mule was reportedly fired and sent to work on a farm.

Last look at Stutfield Glacier, Jasper National Park As the sun began to dip, long shadows stretched across the valley. We stood for a moment in the quiet, the only sound the distant rumble of a rockfall from the warming slopes above. The Icefields Parkway had delivered, from one frozen marvel to the next. This travel guide segment through the heart of the Canadian Rockies was a journey we'd never forget.

Bears of the Rocky Mountains: More Than Just Cuddly Roadside Attractions

Driving along the Icefields Parkway in Alberta isn't just about stunning views—it's a real-life episode of "When Animals Attack: The Unedited Version." This 144-mile ribbon of asphalt between Jasper and Banff is basically bear central, where you're more likely to spot a grizzly than a parking spot at the more popular viewpoints. We were in our trusty SVT Raptor "Storm Trooper," which suddenly felt about as secure as a tin can when we realized black bears can run 35 mph downhill. Good thing we had that V8 engine.

That's not a dog. That's a black bear in its cinnamon phase in Jasper National Park. Only about 70% of Alberta's "black bears" are actually black. This one's about 150 lbs—still small enough to outrun us, unfortunately.

We learned that the Stoney Nakoda people, who have lived in these mountains for centuries, have a rich folklore about bears. In one legend, the bear is a transformed human who chose to live in the wild, explaining their sometimes uncomfortably human-like behavior. They're considered powerful spirit animals, and it's considered bad luck to speak ill of them. We kept our compliments flowing, just in case.

This bear isn't lost—it knows exactly where the good eating is along the Icefields Parkway. Roadside vegetation gets more sunlight and nutrients. Bear equivalent of hitting the drive-thru.

Here's something the tourist brochures don't tell you: Icefields Parkway was originally called "The Big Bend Highway" when construction started in 1931 during the Great Depression. It was a "make-work" project that paid workers 20 cents an hour—about $3.85 today. The road follows ancient First Nations trading routes that grizzlies have been using for millennia. Speaking of grizzlies, did you know Alberta has fewer than 700 of them left? They're more elusive than a quiet campsite in July.

Meadow buffet for a black bear in Jasper National Park. These clearings are natural salad bars with over 50 plant species. Bears eat up to 20,000 calories daily when preparing for hibernation.

Black bears in these parts have a trick up their furry sleeves—or rather, in their DNA. Some carry a recessive gene that gives them cinnamon, blonde, or even white-blue fur (the "glacier bear" variant). They're the ultimate climbers, with curved claws that make tree bark their personal ladder. Grizzlies, meanwhile, have straight claws better suited for digging up ground squirrels—or your improperly stored cooler.

Watching these furry giants from the safety of Storm Trooper's cabin reminded us of a crucial piece of obscure bear trivia: During the 1930s, Jasper National Park actually had a "bear jail" where problematic bears were temporarily housed. They'd be tagged and relocated—an early version of the "three strikes" law for wildlife. The park also used to have bear feeding shows until 1969, which explains why some older bears still associate humans with free meals. We kept our windows up, just in case.

Evening Arrival in Jasper: The Town That Almost Wasn't

By evening, we rolled into Jasper in Storm Trooper, feeling like modern-day explorers. What most visitors don't know is that Jasper almost became a different town entirely. In 1911, the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway wanted to name it "Fitzhugh" after one of their executives. The locals—all 30 of them at the time—said "no thanks" and kept the name from the nearby Jasper House trading post. Smart move—"Fitzhugh, Alberta" doesn't exactly scream mountain paradise.

Jasper's architecture has a secret: Many buildings use "railway bungalow" style from the 1920s, designed by the Canadian National Railway to be easily assembled from pre-cut kits shipped by train. The town never got electricity until 1931, and even then, it was only for a few hours each evening. We grabbed dinner at a local spot, then started our moonlit return to Canmore on the Parkway, with Storm Trooper's headlights cutting through darkness so thick you could almost taste it.

Back to Canmore: Reflections Under Light Pollution We Could Actually See

We reached Canmore late, exhausted but wired from bear adrenaline. Sitting on our balcony, we realized something ironic: Canmore means "Big Head" in Gaelic, named by Scottish railway workers who thought the nearby Three Sisters peaks looked like, well, big heads. The town was almost exclusively a coal mining community until 1979 when the last mine closed. Now it's filled with yoga studios and art galleries—quite the career change.

Morning in Banff: Where the Wild West Meets Swiss Chalets

Banff's main drag looks Swiss, but has Wild West roots. The first building here was a log cabin saloon in 1886. Now it sells $7 lattes and $50 hoodies.

After breakfast in Canmore, we pointed Storm Trooper toward Banff, a town with identity issues. It was designed by the Canadian Pacific Railway to look like a Swiss village to attract wealthy European tourists. The CPR even imported Swiss guides to teach mountaineering and yodeling. Here's the obscure part: Banff was originally called "Siding 29" when the railway reached it in 1883. The name "Banff" came from Banffshire, Scotland—the birthplace of two CPR directors. So we have a Scottish-named, Swiss-style town in Canada filled with American tourists. Got it?

Every building here in Banff has a height restriction. Nothing can be taller than the trees or block mountain views. Urban planning with common sense—what a concept.

We wandered through boutiques selling everything from bear spray to hand-knit moose sweaters. The town has a permanent population cap of 8,000 people, enforced by Parks Canada. To live here, you need to prove you work here—it's like an exclusive club where the membership fee is willingness to work retail during July. The surrounding peaks aren't just scenery; they're the reason the town exists. The Sulphur Mountain hot springs were discovered in 1883, and the rest is tourism history.

An Equestrian Adventure: Where Horses Outnumber Parking Spots

Banff Trail Riders has operated since 1960. These horses know the trails better than Google Maps. They've probably seen more tourists than the gondola.

The Stoney Nakoda called the Bow River "Makhabn," meaning "river where bow reeds grow." They used these reeds to make arrows, and the river was a vital corridor for travel and trade. According to legend, the river's spirit was a shapeshifter that could appear as an otter or a trout, and it was known to guide lost travelers to safety. We felt pretty safe with our guide, but it was nice to know the river had our back.

The Bow River carries glacial silt that creates its turquoise color. It flows 365 miles from Bow Glacier to the South Saskatchewan River. That's a long journey for a bunch of melted ice.

At Banff Trail Riders, we learned something most visitors miss: This outfit started in 1960 with just six horses. Now they have over 200, making them one of the largest trail riding operations in Canada. The horses are mostly Quarter Horses and draft crosses—bred for calm temperaments and strong backs for carrying inexperienced riders like us. Our guide shared that the stables once provided horses for the 1968 film "The Christmas Tree" filmed in Banff. Hollywood in the Rockies, who knew?

We heard a story from a local about a hidden cave along the Bow River that was used by the Stoney Nakoda for vision quests. It's said that the cave is guarded by a spirit in the form of a golden eagle, and only those with pure intentions can find it. We didn't go looking for it, but we kept our eyes peeled for eagles anyway.

Cascade Mountain rises 9,836 feet above sea level. Its east face drops 8,000 feet in just 3 miles. That's steeper than most skyscraper elevators.

The Bow River isn't just pretty—it's a geological storyteller. The turquoise color comes from "rock flour," glacial silt so fine it stays suspended in the water. This river was named by James Hector in 1858 because he made a bow from Douglas fir trees along its banks. Before Europeans, the Stoney Nakoda people called it "Makhabn" meaning "river where bow reeds grow." The river's flow is carefully managed by the TransAlta utilities company, which operates hydroelectric dams upstream. So that pristine wilderness view? Partially engineered.

Riverbank willows along the Bow River provide habitat for 47 bird species. Beavers love them too—hence all the chewed stumps. Nature's lumberjacks work 24/7.

As our horses plodded along, the guide shared obscure fishing lore: The Bow River holds the world record for largest Rocky Mountain whitefish—5.5 pounds, caught in 1989. But here's the real insider info: The best fishing spots are where tributaries enter the main river, creating oxygen-rich water that trout love. The river also has a population of bull trout, a species so sensitive to pollution they're considered an indicator species for water quality. If the bull trout are happy, everyone's happy.

Our guide told us about a Native American trail that once ran along the river, used by the Stoney Nakoda to reach sacred sites in the mountains. The trail was so well-traveled that it was said to be visible from the spirit world. We could almost feel the presence of the past as we rode.

Mount Rundle's distinctive shape comes from tilted sedimentary layers. It's named after Methodist missionary Robert Rundle. He probably didn't imagine it would be on a million Instagram posts.

The riverbank wildflowers aren't just pretty—they're a pharmacy. Indigenous peoples used wolf willow for arthritis, wild roses for sore throats, and yarrow to stop bleeding. The red paintbrush flowers are partially parasitic, tapping into roots of neighboring plants. Even the mosquitoes serve a purpose: they're prime food for the bank swallows that nest in the river cliffs. Every element here is connected in ways most tourists never notice.

This section of the Bow River sees less than 1% of Banff's visitors. Most people never leave the town or main viewpoints. Their loss, our peaceful gain.

Our guide dropped this gem: The trail we rode was originally a First Nations path, then a fur trader route, then a cattle drive trail, and now a tourist ride. That's four economic eras on one dirt path. He also mentioned that Banff's horses are trained to ignore bears—apparently they learn that bears are just big, scary squirrels. We were less convinced.

As we dismounted (stiffly, we might add), we reflected that horseback riding gives you something no gondola can: time. Time to notice how light changes on the water, how different birds have distinct territories along the bank, how the pine scent shifts with elevation. And time to realize that our butts were definitely not made for 19th-century transportation.

Banff Gondola: Where Altitude Meals Cost Altitude Prices

Banff looks tiny from 7,486 feet up. The townsite covers just 2.5 square miles. Every building visible from here follows strict design codes.

The Stoney Nakoda have a legend about Sulphur Mountain. They believed that the mountain was a sleeping giant, and the hot springs at its base were its breath. If the giant ever woke, it would shake the earth and change the landscape forever. We hoped our gondola ride wouldn't be the thing to wake it.

Each Banff Gondola cabin travels 4,739 feet in 8 minutes. That's 55 feet per second while you try to take photos. Good luck getting a non-blurry shot.

Back in Banff, we queued for the gondola—a Canadian invention, by the way, not the Venice type.. The first gondola in Canada opened at Mont Tremblant in 1938, but Banff's didn't arrive until 1959. It was originally a single-chair lift built by a Swiss company, replacing the old trail that took 3-4 hours to hike. Now it whisks 4 people every 15 seconds to the top, which explains the line that stretched longer than a moose's memory.

The ride up offers views most people miss because they're too busy Instagramming. Look down and you'll see the treeline at about 7,200 feet—above that, only hardy subalpine fir and whitebark pine survive. The gondola (a ropeway dangling chairs from which you can happily dangle your feet) crosses over a bighorn sheep migration corridor, though we didn't spot any. They're probably smarter than us and avoid the tourist hours.

In Stoney Nakoda mythology, the wind on the mountain peaks is the voice of the spirits. They believed that by listening to the wind, one could hear messages from the ancestors. We listened carefully, but all we heard was the gondola machinery and the chatter of other tourists.

Sky Bistro opened in 2016 after a $26 million renovation. Previous restaurant was called "The Summit." New name, same breathtaking views (and prices).

At the top, Sky Bistro waits with prices that make you appreciate the "sky" part of the name—as in, "sky-high." But here's an obscure fact: The building materials were helicoptered up because no road reaches the summit. The concrete, steel, and glass all arrived by air, making your $28 burger literally the product of aviation fuel. The restaurant's executive chef sources ingredients from within 100 miles when possible, which means your Alberta beef truly is local—just 7,486 feet vertically local.

On clear days from the Banff Gondola, you can see 50+ miles to Mount Assiniboine. That's Canada's Matterhorn at 11,870 feet. It was first climbed in 1901 by Swiss guides—of course.

While eating our altitude-priced lunch, we learned Sulphur Mountain got its name from the two sulphurous hot springs at its base, not its summit. The mountain's summit boardwalk follows the path of the original 1903 cosmic ray research station—one of the first in North America. Scientists lived up here for weeks studying radiation, which sounds less fun than our day trip. The current weather station still records some of Canada's most extreme wind speeds—once hitting 148 mph. That's hurricane-force winds at 7,500 feet. No wonder they anchored the building so well.

Sunset Cruise on Lake Minnewanka: Where Spirits and Submerged Towns Mingle

Lake Minnewanka means "Water of the Spirits" in Nakoda. It's 13 miles long and 466 feet deep at its deepest. That's deep enough to submerge a 40-story building.

The Stoney Nakoda name for Lake Minnewanka is "Minn-waki," meaning "Water of the Spirits." They believed that the lake was home to a powerful water spirit that could control the weather. Fishermen would make offerings to the spirit to ensure a safe journey and a good catch.

The Lake Minnewanka cruise operation started in 1924 with wooden boats. Current fleet runs on low-emission engines. Progress, but the views haven't changed since the Ice Age.

Descending from gondola heights, we drove Storm Trooper to Lake Minnewanka, which holds a secret: There's an entire town under the water. When the lake was dammed in 1941 for hydroelectric power, the resort community of Minnewanka Landing was flooded. About 35 buildings—cabins, a hotel, a dance hall—now sit at the bottom, preserved by the cold water. Scuba divers can explore them, making this the only place in Banff where you can visit a ghost town without leaving the water.

The cruise operation has obscure roots: The first tour boats in the 1920s were converted lifeboats from World War I surplus. They charged $1 for a two-hour cruise—about $15 today. The current boats hold 80 people but feel intimate because everyone's crowded at the rails for photos. Our captain shared that Lake Minnewanka never fully freezes because of its depth and the dam's regulated outflow. So while other lakes become ice skating rinks, this one stays liquid year-round.

There's an old Stoney Nakoda tale about a hunter who followed a mystical white stag to the shores of Lake Minnewanka. The stag led him to a hidden underwater cave filled with crystals that glowed with the light of the stars. The hunter took one crystal and was forever blessed with good fortune. We kept an eye out for glowing crystals, but no such luck.

The lake's color at Lake Minnewanka comes from glacial flour like the Bow River. But here it's more concentrated, creating deeper turquoise. Nature's watercolor palette at its finest.

As we cruised, the captain pointed out something most visitors miss: The lake has a resident population of bull trout that can live 20 years and grow to 20 pounds. They're ancient fish, virtually unchanged for millions of years. The lake also has freshwater sponges—yes, sponges—that filter water so efficiently they're studied for water purification technology. Who knew a sunset cruise could be educational?

These peaks around Lake Minnewanka are part of the Sawback Range. They get their name from the jagged, serrated ridges. Formed 75 million years ago—give or take a few millennia.

The lake's calm surface created perfect reflections—a phenomenon that occurs only when wind is below 3 mph and water temperature matches air temperature within 2 degrees. This happens about 30 days a year, mostly in September. We got lucky. The reflections aren't just pretty; they help scientists study water quality. Distorted reflections mean wind or temperature differences, while oil slicks (from natural seeps, not boats) create rainbow patterns the Stoney Nakoda considered spiritual signs.

The Stoney Nakoda considered the golden hour—the time just before sunset—as a moment when the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds was thinnest. It was a time for reflection and prayer, and they believed that any wishes made during this time were carried directly to the spirits. We made a wish for a bear-free campsite.

The "golden hour" at Lake Minnewanka lasts about 20 minutes here. Mountains block the sun earlier than flat landscapes. Nature's dramatic lighting, no filter needed.

Wildlife spotting became a game. We saw osprey, which nest on platforms Parks Canada installed to keep them off power poles. We missed the lake's famous bighorn sheep that come down to drink at dawn, but our captain said they're most active in November during rutting season. That's when rams bash heads at 40 mph—the equivalent of a car crash, but with horns. Their skulls have double layers of bone for protection, which seems like overengineering until you witness the headbutts.

This shoreline at Lake Minnewanka is a designated wildlife corridor. Animals have right-of-way here—literally. Try telling that to a moose and see what happens.

As twilight deepened, the captain told the legend of Minnewanka's spirit. The Stoney Nakoda believed a water spirit lived in the lake, appearing as a serpent or beautiful woman depending on her mood. Early settlers reported strange lights and sounds, which geologists now attribute to methane bubbles from decomposing vegetation. But where's the romance in "methane bubbles"? We preferred the spirit version.

According to Stoney Nakoda folklore, the first star to appear in the twilight sky is the spirit of a great chief who watches over the land. They would point to this star and tell stories of his bravery and wisdom. We looked for the first star and thanked the chief for a beautiful day on the lake.

Last light creates "alpenglow" on peaks around Lake Minnewanka. This happens when sunlight reflects off atmospheric particles. Nature's final curtain call for the day.

The cruise ended as stars began appearing—real stars, not the light-polluted versions we see at home. Lake Minnewanka is a designated Dark Sky Preserve, with lighting restrictions to protect astronomical viewing. On moonless nights, you can see the Milky Way so clearly it looks painted. We headed back to Storm Trooper, feeling like we'd witnessed something ancient and enduring.

The dock at Lake Minnewanka was rebuilt in 2015 using sustainable materials. Old timbers became benches, new wood came from managed forests. Even infrastructure tries to be eco-friendly here.

Last Night in Canmore: Where Coal Dust Met Memory Foam

Returning to Canmore, we appreciated the town's transformation. What was once a coal mining town with company housing now has B&Bs charging $300 a night. The last mine closed in 1979, and by 1988 Canmore hosted Nordic events for the Calgary Olympics. That put it on the map for good. Our inn was in a converted miner's cottage, with original stone walls and modern plumbing—the perfect blend of history and comfort. We slept dreaming of bears, mountains, and submerged towns.

The Long Road Home: From Canadian Peaks to Maryland Creek

Through Edmonton and Saskatoon: Where Prairies Stretch and Grain Rules

Next morning, Storm Trooper pointed east. Edmonton surprised us—it's not just an oil town. It has the largest expanse of urban parkland in North America: 22 times the size of New York's Central Park. The city was founded as a Hudson's Bay Company fort in 1795, and much of its early growth came from being the last "civilized" stop before the wilderness. We fueled up and kept moving.

Saskatoon revealed the true Canadian prairie: flat, endless, and hypnotic. This is the breadbasket of Canada, where wheat fields stretch to curvature-of-the-earth horizons. Saskatoon got its name from the Cree word for a local berry—misaskwatomina—which settlers shortened. The city was supposed to be a temperance colony (no alcohol), but that lasted about as long as most New Year's resolutions.

Portal Border Crossing processes 200 vehicles daily in summer. It's named for the town, not a magical gateway. Though crossing into the USA does feel magical after Canadian prices.

The 49th parallel, which forms the border here, was established in 1818. But long before that, Native American tribes like the Assiniboine and Sioux used this area as a trading route. They had their own boundaries, often marked by natural features, and crossing into another tribe's territory required permission or a peace offering. We just had our passports.

First U.S. gas stop after Canada saves about 30% on fuel. Storm Trooper's 36-gallon tank appreciated the discount. So did our credit card.

Crossing at North Portal felt symbolic. This border follows the 49th parallel, established by the 1818 Anglo-American Convention. Surveyors placed markers every mile—1,400 of them—using 600-pound stone monuments. Some are still visible in fields. Portal, North Dakota, has about 120 people and was named by railway workers who thought the area looked like an entrance to something grand. They weren't wrong—just geographically optimistic.

Back in the U.S.: Where Gas Is Cheaper and Everything Is Bigger

Gastrak in Portal has been fueling cross-border travelers since 1978. The owner told us he sees license plates from every state and province. In winter, he's often the first stop for Canadians coming to buy cheaper U.S. groceries and gas. The price difference can be dramatic—we saved 80 cents per gallon compared to Alberta. Storm Trooper drank 36 gallons like it was fine wine.

Hurdsfield Grain Elevator built 1952, capacity 250,000 bushels. Processes wheat, barley, and sunflowers. North Dakota grows 58% of U.S. sunflowers—who knew?

The Hurdsfield grain elevator represents obscure Americana at its finest. Grain elevators revolutionized agriculture by allowing standardized grading and storage. Before them, farmers sold to local mills at whatever price they could get. The elevator system created commodities markets and made North Dakota wheat world-famous. This particular elevator can hold 250,000 bushels—enough for 9 million loaves of bread. It's painted silver to reflect heat and prevent spoilage. Every detail has purpose on the prairie.

Fargo gave us culture shock after days of wilderness. The city was named after William Fargo of Wells Fargo, who never actually visited. It's the largest city in North Dakota but feels like a small town with big buildings. Our Indian restaurant stop revealed something unexpected: Fargo has one of the highest concentrations of immigrants from Bhutan in the U.S., many resettled as refugees. Their presence explains the excellent Himalayan cuisine amidst the Midwest.

India Palace opened 2003, one of Fargo's first Himalayan restaurants. Serves Bhutanese momos alongside Indian curries. Cultural fusion at its tastiest.

Minneapolis welcomed us with its skyway system—9.5 miles of second-story bridges connecting downtown buildings. It was created for winter comfort but now serves year-round. The city has more theater seats per capita than any U.S. city except New York. We didn't stop for a show, but appreciated the ambition. From there, I-94 became our concrete river home.

The Midwest Leg: Where Corn and Concrete Collide

Chicago's skyline appeared like a mountain range of human achievement. The city sits on a swamp drained in the 1850s by raising buildings with jackscrews—some structures were lifted 10 feet while business continued inside. We bypassed downtown but felt its energy. Storm Trooper blended with pickup trucks in a way it never could in Banff.

Texas Roadhouse founded 1993 in Clarksville, Indiana. Famous for peanuts on the floor and line dancing servers. After Canadian prices, $20 steaks felt like stealing.

Elkhart, Indiana, is the "RV Capital of the World"—80% of American RVs are made here. The Texas Roadhouse there serves 1,200 meals on a Saturday night. We joined the fray, enjoying steak that cost less than a Banff sandwich. The restaurant throws peanut shells on the floor, which feels rebellious after Canada's strict "leave no trace" ethos.

The Ohio Turnpike taught us about America's interstate system. This toll road opened in 1955 and was originally called the "Ohio-Indiana Turnpike." It costs about $20 to cross Ohio, but the smooth pavement and 70 mph limit are worth it. We passed Cleveland, where the Cuyahoga River famously caught fire in 1969, sparking the environmental movement. Now it's clean enough for fish, which says something about American resilience.

Pennsylvania to Maryland: Where Mountains Welcome Us Home

The Pennsylvania Turnpike was America's first long-distance limited-access highway, opening in 1940. Its tunnels through the Alleghenies were engineering marvels of their time. We admired the lush Appalachians—older than the Rockies by 300 million years, worn down to gentle curves. These mountains have seen everything from coal mining to moonshining to our homecoming.

Pittsburgh's bridges (446 of them, more than Venice) reminded us of human ingenuity. The city rebuilt itself after the steel collapse, becoming a tech and medical hub. Then Maryland welcomed us with familiar license plates and that particular green of mid-Atlantic summer. From Hancock to Hagerstown to Frederick, each town felt progressively more like home.

I-270 appeared like an old friend, and Germantown's exit felt like winning a marathon. We pulled into our driveway in Storm Trooper, which had carried us 5,700 miles without complaint. The truck was dusty, we were exhausted, but something had shifted. We'd seen bears and glaciers, prairies and peaks, border crossings and back roads.

Home sweet home after 5,700 miles. Storm Trooper parked, bags unpacked, memories stored. The Canadian Rockies now live in our minds rent-free.

Reflections on an Unforgettable Journey: Where Maps Become Memories

This wasn't just a road trip—it was a lesson in North American geology, ecology, and sociology. The Canadian Rockies aren't just pretty; they're ancient, complex, and fragile. Banff isn't just a tourist town; it's an experiment in balancing preservation and access. The American prairie isn't just flat; it's the foundation of our food system.

We learned that black bears come in colors, grain elevators hold economies, and borders are both real and imaginary. Storm Trooper proved that American trucks can handle Canadian wilderness, and that sometimes the best views come after the longest drives.

Most importantly, we discovered that obscure facts make the best stories. Knowing why a lake is turquoise, how a town was named, or what's underwater transforms sightseeing into understanding. The wilderness becomes not just something to look at, but something to comprehend.

Follow our adventure from the beginning From Coast to Badlands: Crossing the USA | Trans-America Series 1 Ep. 1.

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