Way back in the 1980s, I can’t remember the year, I took a trip from Skookumchuck (yes that’s the name) to Rocky Mountain House, Alberta with two people who are no longer with us. As I started my journey I had to go where I haven’t been in a while. That meant blazing a new trail for myself and going somewhere I haven’t been in a while. The first challenge was leaving Lake Louise in Alberta and making it to the BC border. As usual in mountain traveling it went up very far. Coming down was challenging too. I had to make sure not to gain to much speed because you don’t know how your vehicle is going to handle in these conditions. In BC they have run a way lains for truck drivers who lost control of their vehicles.
Getting to the Radium Hot Springs was not too bad it was coming back that was hard. As I got to Radium the small town reminded me of a Swiss Village. From there I made it to Skookumchuk and talked to a local lady. We knew the same people from that time and she updated me on the people I used to know. So I left Skooks to go Cranbrook. The place I was born. The small city has not changed much and you can still smell the pulp mill in the morning.
Finally I made it back to Alberta. Coming home was more challenging than getting there. You feel good getting home, it’s true whoever said that. It was a great get a way for two days. I packed up, got in my truck and left. I recommend people do that once in a while.