Soon I will be leaving Banff and returning to Vancouver. It is nice to know that my time here is ending. I have enjoyed being here, I have skied (both Nordic and alpine), hiked-up a mountain, ridden a gondola, and steeped in the hot springs. I have taken advantage of the pool, free yoga, and mountain fitness activities. I have even curled, and tomorrow I will add a snow shoeing adventure to my list.
What I have found, is that no matter where you are, no matter how beautiful it all is, you eventually become used to it. I remember my first few weeks here, I was always stopping and looking up. My frequent stops would have been quite a hazard if the locals weren’t used to it. They just walk around you. Like they walk around the deer and the elk that line the streets some days.
A couple of weeks ago, I stooped taking photos, started walking around tourists and elk and deer. I had taken every photo that can be taken by a tourist. I had bought all the tolerable post cards. Even the night stars began to fade for me. That is sad. That is when it stopped being fun to be here.
Today, I booked my ticket home. Knowing that I am leaving has helped make the stars pop (as they say) and the mountains are once again, amazing.
1 comment:
Glad you'll soon be homeward bound, though your catalogue of outdoor adventures and the memory of those stars and the daily saskatoon makes me wanna come visit you there again. xs
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