After waving good-bye to my train counter (with the dark circles under his eyes) I wondered if he would show his affection for the railroads by dropping in at Craigellachie’s Last Spike?
With no sewer conection to unplug and flush, it didn’t take long to get the FaN road ready again. The hose and electrical cord are quickly unplugged, stowed, and I’m on my way. I had been warned that the road from Revelstoke to Golden is notorious for construction delays. For the past 20 years they have been widening the Trans Canada. It is a laborious project because much of the highway is still a single-lane divided highway. I usually drive 5 – 10 miles under the speed limit when trailering, so had to pull over and let the traffic pass when I saw them backing up behind me. Many of the truckers honked or flashed their lights in appreciation. However, I soon caught up to them all just before the summit of Rogers Pass. We are stopped there for road construction for half-an-hour. I grabbed the camera and took this photo of a mountain in the Silkirk chain. The mountains are starting to look awfully big – we must be getting close to the Rockies.
When I reached the small town of Golden, I had to go to the bathroom and was also getting a bit hungry. The days of searching for a clean washroom are over – it’s always behind me! Golden is a good rest-stop for RVers. A service road runs parallel to the Trans Canada with lots of shoulder room for parking, gas stations with roomy access, along with a few venerable fast-food chains. No need for the latter – the FaN’s pantry and fridge are bursting. I grab a couple of slices of my low-carb cheese ‘n onion waffle bread, a can of tuna, and make a sandwich. The weather is gorgeous – warm and sunny – so I happily plunk myself down on the FaN’s steps and eat my lunch.
A quick check of the rig – tires feel okay – and I’m back on the road. It’s a good thing my blood sugar has been reinforced because I’m soon navigating some pretty deep curves just outside of Golden. There is no shoulder and no passing lane. Not the best place to drive a trailer – never mind get behind one. Sorry, but I’m not risking my neck (or trailer) and hope the drivers behind me will understand my slower speed.
Remember The Partridge Family’s schoolbus with “Caution – Nervous Mother at the Wheel” stuck on the back? I need “Caution – Relatively New Nervous Trailer Driver at the Wheel.” I was also thinking that a sign stuck on the back window of the trailer indicating the total length of trailer and tow vehicle might be a good idea, as a few passers underestimated my length on those single-lane stretches, and I had to slow down or hit the shoulder so they wouldn’t head-on with the oncoming vehicle.
The upswing is that the next bend might bring a passing lane, and it soon did. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The vehicles speed by. ‘ell bent for election, as my dad would say.
The driving angst is soon relieved – I’m into Banff National Park. Alberta! The highway becomes a dream. Four straight, well paved lanes with a broad median. Banff attracts millions of visitors – many of them Japanese and German with deep pockets. No wonder the Feds like to lavish the highway improvements here. It’s a favourite child; the one that helps pay the rent. I can amble a bit. I suddenly realize everyone is ambling, with good reason. The highway through Banff is heavily patrolled by the RCMP. I have never seen so many police cars on a single stretch of road in all my blinkin life, so beware.
The slower pace gives me a chance to look up. Way, way up at the Rocky Mountains. Magnificent! I also notice something you won’t see on any city freeway – overpasses built especially for the wildlife.
It is a pleasant drive. Post-card pretty and a bit cliche. I start craving maple syrup and Mounties (nice ones, who do not give out traffic tickets)!
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