Once I left Calgary I made my way down the 250 kilometers to the border of the United States where the Waterton National Park was. Thanks to the tip of my parents I had this one on my to-do list, too. The first day I arrived there around noon and went to the visitor center to check for a backcountry permit. They didn’t give out any on that weekend, as the fire danger was too high. Ok, well, then I will do some one-day hikes instead. For the afternoon I decided to do a relaxed hike up to the Bertha Lake, which idyllically lays between the massive rock walls of the surrounding mountains.
On the way up I ran into Liam, whom I have met about a month ago at the halfway hot springs. Man, the world’s so small. Later on, I cooked dinner at a picnic table with a nice vista on the Waterton Lake and read a couple of pages in my book afterward. I’m actually already at the fourth volume of the series. For the next day, I had a very special hike on the schedule. I wanted to hike the Carthew-Alderson Trail from the Cameron Lake back to the Waterton Townsite. What’s so special about this? Well, ask my parents, because they were walking this trail back in 1992. 25 years ago! In the dimension of earth history it might not be that long, why expected it to be as beautiful as back in the days. Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed with good weather in the morning and I could only see some parts of my environment, as most of it was covered in deep moving clouds.
A bit before noon I arrived on the Carthew Ridge from which the trail started to go down again. And finally, the sky brightened up. Perfect to make a break at the upper Carthew Lake and to pack out my lunch. It wasn’t really late yet, so I didn’t hurry as I haven’t had any plans for the evening anyway. The place was just magnificent; the lake, the red rocks, and the snow patches.
Once I had enough of this view and warmed up in the sun I continued my way along the lower Carthew Lake and over the next ridge, from where I could see the Alderson Lake lying in the valley. This one was once more a natural phenomenon of its own class. It doesn’t matter which shade of blue you would mix, you will always find a lake in Canada with exactly this color.
Lika at all the lakes the spectacular color was only visible from above but not from the shoreline, as the reflection of the light in the waves eradicated the blue. But still, from the shore the scenery was incredible. Here, too, I spent quite a time until I started the last hop. That one was really long lasting. I really got a little bit out of shape during the two weeks in the prairies. There will be sore muscles the next day, for sure. Another nice picnic in the evening and then taking some great shots of the Cameron Falls, that’s it for the day. The last day in the park I only relaxed by the Crandell Lake, which was only about 30 minutes away from the parking lot. Surprisingly, it wasn’t even that overcrowded as I expected it to be on a Sunday. Perfect! Just take on the sunglasses and lay in the sun, read a little bit and enjoy the nature. Life could be so easy. Until then…
Later that day I packed all my stuff together and drove off towards the border of Montana. The next day I wanted to go on hiking in the Glacier National Park. But the border officer messed up my plans. I didn’t get a second visa. Panic! I wanted to meet my family and girlfriend in about four weeks in the United States. Earlier as expected I made my way back to Calgary on the same day, expecting some difficult days at the consulate of the US. There can’t be everything working on the first try. Let’s stay positive for now and see how it’s going on…. so long!