Cruising through the many lakes in Jasper National Park, we
took a winding, switchback road for 18 miles, up to Mt. Edith Cavell. It was worth it! The First Nation peoples called the mountain
“the White Ghost” because it always has lkkkkkkkkkkkkkkl,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
(Smokey just helped me type, by walking across my keyboard). Anyway, the mountain peak is always covered
with snow.
Edith Cavell was a British army nurse during WW1, stationed
in Brussels. She treated all wounded, no
matter which side they fought on, and refused to leave her station after
Germany took over Belgium. What she
really did, though, was to help over 200 allied soldiers escape. She was executed for espionage in 1915 by a
firing squad. In 1916, this mountain and
its glacier lake were named in her honor.
And what an honor it would be – a large glacier hangs heavily on the
mountain side.
Waterfalls from the melting glacier tumble down the
mountain.
They feed the blue lake below.
Luke walked to the edge of the lake – ice flows are in the
water and it is just beautiful beyond words.
Back at the campsite, we found our first little elk. Well, little as elk go – she is as large as a
good size horse!
On Thursday we drove
to Pyramid Mountain and lake.
A bridge connects the mainland to the small Pyramid
Island. As we walked across the bridge,
we noticed this mom loon and her two little ones. The young ones don’t dive yet – mom still
brings food up to them. The water is so clear we could follow mom swimming underwater searching for food.
Great view from the island.
We did have pizza - great pizza, better statue in front of the pizza joint ...
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