Day Two, I Forgot A Hairbrush...

We made it to Banff on day two...it was early evening and we drove around getting lost looking for a place to hunker down for the night.

Here in America, road signs are easy. They put the name of the road AND where it leads. They are bright green and reflective. Canada, not so much. The signs were brown and blended into the background. Nothing made sense when we got there as far as signage and maps go, so we drove around and swore a lot.
We finally stopped and asked for directions and was told there were a lot of BEARS. LOTS OF BEARS...GRIZZLY BEARS.

Um, great.

So, the idea of camping in Banff lost some of it's excitement, that and the fact it was supposed to be 39 degrees that night.

Todd: (Driving through a campsite) What about this place? Lots of wood over there..should be fine.
Amy: Sure, but I'm sleeping in the truck.
Todd: What are you talking about? We'll sleep in the tent, it'll be fine.
Amy: It's going to be under 40 and there are bears. Let's all sleep in the truck.
Todd: I don't know why you are worried about the bears, I'll just throw you to him first and we'll all be able to get away safely.

So...

We finally found this place: Isn't it cute?


We stayed in there for 2 nights and it was fabulous. Todd took the boys exploring and they found cougar tracks. Even though Jack is the huge cat lover, he didn't want to go cougar hunting. Go figure.

Not much else to report, we made it, we got lost, several times, and I am not responsible for the state of my hair for the next 5 days.