Way Up North

Working my way through the Northern Hemisphere

Alpine Stay

May 29: Leaving Calgary

I said my goodbyes to the people at the hostel and took my case and backpack out on another early start. The bus rendezvous was further south in the central city. I got there and it was a carpark with no signs to indicate a bus stop. A few other travellers with cases arrived and we stood a little confused on the street for several minutes until a FlixBus showed up in the carpark itself.

Just the address of an empty carpark isn’t enough, FlixBus.

This one wasn’t mine: it was going to Drumheller (grrr…). A few minutes later, the bus to Banff appeared and we piled on.

Into Banff (again)

We reached Banff in a couple of hours. It’s is an alpine town, a general gateway to the mountains, icefields, ski fields and so on. It’s pretty small, so it’s easy to get around on foot, even pulling a case behind you, and the day was fine. Check-in at my hostel wasn’t until 4:00pm, so I had a quick look around.

Arrival in Banff.
Nearby mural.
Banff Avenue, Banff’s main street.
The Vistors’ Centre, a former school.

One place I visited was the Banff Trading Post. This had been an actual trading post in Banff’s early days.

The totem pole next to the Trading Post.

Now it’s mostly a gift shop, but it has a special attraction in a glass case: the Merman.

How many animal parts in this? Take your bets.

This is one of those mad taxidermy creations from early last century, made up of the front half of a monkey, the back half of a fish, and God knows what else. I bought a Merman postcard and posted it to my mum.

Nearby is the Cascades of Time Garden, where the Banff National Parks admin offices are situated.

Welcome sign to the gardens.
Banff National Park Administration Building, on the national heritage list.

I headed up Banff Avenue, noting the sights.

Big Ted and Little Ted.
Rusty pinecones.
Looking down the many shops.
Hotel guardian.
Some of the street signs in Banff.

The receptionist at the Banff International Hostel let me leave my bags in storage while I looked around the town some more.

Down the far end of Banff Avenue is the Banff Park Museum. This was established in 1903 as a natural history museum and has been preserved in mostly its original state. It’s full of taxidermied animals and serves either as a descriptive museum or a chamber of horrors depending on how you regard taxidermy.

Stuffed mountain sheep.
Stuffed beavers and martens.
Stuffed wolves.
Stuffed woodpeckers.
Stuffed buffalo.
Norman Sanson, who collected most of the animal, plant and mineral samples for the museum over several decades.

Later, I checked out where my departure point in a couple of days would be (just up the road from the hostel). Towards evening, I located the Train Station, where my tour for tomorrow would depart. While there, a freight train arrived and took four minutes to pass the town.

And yes, Rocky and Bullwinkle fans, there is a place here where Moose meets Squirrel.

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