Ode to Yoho
We had planned to spend a couple nights in the Okanagan. We packed shorts, towels, sunscreen. But BC's Southern Interior was blanketed by thick smoke from one of the worst forest fire seasons in recent memory, and associated health risks were almost as high as visibility was low. So when plans changed, forcing us to stay in the Interior for an extra week, we jumped in the car and headed northeast, into the mountains.
We were dressed for warm dry days but we got chilly rain, we got freezing snow. With two nights in Glacier National Park and four nights in Yoho, we had time enough to hike trails, visit waterfalls, gaze upon ice-blue lakes. And even the constant rain had its perks: it had chased most of the hikers and tourists away. We had our pick of campsites, and even scored a spot in coveted Lake O'Hara. Sure, everyone says its prettier when you can actually see all the surrounding mountains, but there was a majesty to the veiled vistas, a mystery. We liked it very much.
Okanagan ⇢ Glacier ⇢ Yoho