I was still incapacitated the next day. After some debate, I decided not to make the 176 mile round trip to the doctors, but to skip the programmed walk to see if it improved. Rosie decided to stay with me, at least in part to have a rest after two tough days.
We had a late-ish breakfast and caught up on some email, which was not a quick exercise using the wet string internet connection. The gift shop needed to be explored too, and soon the morning was gone. We had a light lunch, and a couple of medicinal beers in my case, in the hotel bar. By the time this was done, the sun was shining brightly so we decided to take the short walk from the hotel around Swiftcurrent Lake.
Almost as soon as we left the hotel, we came across a group of Big Horn Sheep seemingly putting on a show for the hikers.
We were surrounded by fantastic mountain views that demanded to be photographed, and also got glimpses of the hotel across the lake. It really is very large - no wonder it took a us long time to get to our room.
Being so close to the hotel, this was a popular and well-trodden path. However, there were 'beware of the bears' notices as we entered a wooded section. We didn't meet one that day, but as we approached a bridge over a wide stream, we could see a small crowd with cameras had gathered so it was clear that some wildlife was around. We were delighted to see a female moose cooling down in the stream. After a while, a calf emerged for a paddle. Cue even more photos.
At one point, we reached another bridge, with a queue at both ends because a family was posed in the middle, and the father was setting up his tripod in the middle of the stunning view, pointing at the bridge. He eventually stood with his family, used his remote control and then , very quickly, went back to his tripod and fiddled around - in the middle of the view that everyone else wanted to photograph. Hmmm. Still, there were plenty of other views.
We met the others in the bar, and then played the 'avoid sitting at the same table as Sheila' game. At this point, we only thought the younger contingent was aware of the issue and therefore playing this game. How wrong we were. More of this later.
Apparently, our guides had a fixed allowance for the 'keep' while with us. Understandably, they minimised their expenditure by camping nearby and eating simply. As a group, we decided to treat them to dinner on this last night at Glacier. Over dinner, we heard how good the harder walk to Iceberg Lake was that day. The highlight was Clay's dive into said icy lake.
I was feeling more comfortable by bedtime and was confident that I could do one of the programmed walks the next day.
We had a late-ish breakfast and caught up on some email, which was not a quick exercise using the wet string internet connection. The gift shop needed to be explored too, and soon the morning was gone. We had a light lunch, and a couple of medicinal beers in my case, in the hotel bar. By the time this was done, the sun was shining brightly so we decided to take the short walk from the hotel around Swiftcurrent Lake.
Almost as soon as we left the hotel, we came across a group of Big Horn Sheep seemingly putting on a show for the hikers.
We were surrounded by fantastic mountain views that demanded to be photographed, and also got glimpses of the hotel across the lake. It really is very large - no wonder it took a us long time to get to our room.
Being so close to the hotel, this was a popular and well-trodden path. However, there were 'beware of the bears' notices as we entered a wooded section. We didn't meet one that day, but as we approached a bridge over a wide stream, we could see a small crowd with cameras had gathered so it was clear that some wildlife was around. We were delighted to see a female moose cooling down in the stream. After a while, a calf emerged for a paddle. Cue even more photos.
At one point, we reached another bridge, with a queue at both ends because a family was posed in the middle, and the father was setting up his tripod in the middle of the stunning view, pointing at the bridge. He eventually stood with his family, used his remote control and then , very quickly, went back to his tripod and fiddled around - in the middle of the view that everyone else wanted to photograph. Hmmm. Still, there were plenty of other views.We met the others in the bar, and then played the 'avoid sitting at the same table as Sheila' game. At this point, we only thought the younger contingent was aware of the issue and therefore playing this game. How wrong we were. More of this later.
Apparently, our guides had a fixed allowance for the 'keep' while with us. Understandably, they minimised their expenditure by camping nearby and eating simply. As a group, we decided to treat them to dinner on this last night at Glacier. Over dinner, we heard how good the harder walk to Iceberg Lake was that day. The highlight was Clay's dive into said icy lake.
I was feeling more comfortable by bedtime and was confident that I could do one of the programmed walks the next day.
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