Some people love Jasper. I was a little indifferent to it (though the National Park in general was sooooo awesome).
Since hiking is what you do in Jasper, we decided to go on a hike. I mean, it turned out to be more of an amble, but the sentiment was there. Actually the whole thing turned into one big anti-bear hunt. The tourist info lady, when suggesting routes, had mentioned that the bears were now out (we'd been mooting this point for sometime, unsure as to when bears get up after the winter), and we surmised that they might be rather hungry.
Already a little cautious, the bear prints we found on the beach of the lake we were going around did nothing to alay our unease.
In fact, we had actually intended to walk through the woods by this lake, but collectively (though mainly Tabitha) we had freaked ourselves out a little too much and someway into the woods the imaginary bears got the better of us and we all scooted rather hastily in the other direction.
Safely out of the woods we spent some time playing with the cracks in the ice before deciding to give the whole hiking thing another go....
However, instead of calming down, we found dangerous quick sand, and empty (possibly haunted, i mean, one never can be too careful...) cabins round the edge of the other lake that was there.
We gently nursed Tabitha around the rest of the lake back to the car, having tacitly agreed that if either of us did see a bear, we certainly wouldn't tell Tabitha. And thus ended probably the most stressful gentle stroll of my entire life. Safely back in town, we went for a bit more of a drive and then sat down with a bottle of wine and a couple of movies, Tabitha quietly thankful we were moving on the next day away from the phantom bears of Jasper-land.
So much for Jasper.
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