The next part of our road trip was through Banff; gondolas, hot springs, fondue and lunch at the Fairmont with a truly incredible view. These are a few of my photos from Sulphur Mountain and Lake Louise.


Sulphur Mountain, Banff, Alberta, Canada… but I can’t leave it there, because I can no longer look at these pictures and disregard the fact that all roads (Canadian or otherwise) lead Due South:

Benton Fraser: High atop Sulphur Mountain in his lonely stone cabin, Looou Scagnetti heard a knock at the door. Boom, boom boom. So he opened it. Creeeak. And there on his stoop stood the beautiful princess from the valley below. And the wind whipped about her hair and the snow swirled about her. And Lou Scagnetti froze. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know whether to kill her and eat her, or whether to bake her some of those tarts he was so fond of, the ones that feature choke cherries and brown lichen and little bits of dust…
Ray Kowalski: Fraser!
Benton Fraser: What?
Ray Kowalski: What are you doing?
Benton Fraser: I’m telling you a ghost story. It is customary to exchange ghost stories around a campfire in the wilderness.
Ray Kowalski: We’re not in the wilderness.
Benton Fraser: It’s an approximation of wilderness.
Ray Kowalski: No it’s not, Fraser. We are in a park in the middle of Chicago. I had to step over a wino and kick through junkies just to get here.