The day was finally a little cooler so the boy went for the the warmer blanket.
Canmore is a little resort town before the big resort town of Banff. I had a waffle at this farmer’s market from a Belgian girl who explained that the TinTin cutout was recognized by everyone. Would never happen in the states. There was a special sugar cooked into the waffle so it supposedly didn’t need syrup or anything. It didn’t. Delicious.
“Hi honey, I’m home (and once again took for granted the 10,000 foot high, stunning mountainscape in our back-fricking-yard).
The main street of Banff and the local fuzz. She was very confused that I didn’t want to be in the picture with her. I was rather aggressively interested in her outfit and story and then she explained she was a for real law enforcement person and part of her local gig was public relations and awareness. L.A. could use this sort of thing.
While walking down the main street, I was confounded by a store with this symbol on the outside. My first thought was, huh, someone bought the rights to use this old amazing brand, The Hudson’s Bay Company, the organization that was the de facto government of the region, a veritable empire. Turns out HBC, founded in 1670, is in fact STILL IN BUSINESS, is owned by Americans now, and exists as a string of department stores!
Solomon was not at all interested in the gondola ride, though they said he was allowed to jump on.
The town of Banff was a joy, plenty to do and see. I’ll go into more detail in Part Two but here are a few of the casual activities enjoyed by the hoi polloi …
tennis with the chalet and mountain view, or other mountain view, or beautiful forest view …
… golf – this hole is at the base of a great German restaurant hidden in the woods. To complete this Par 4, you have to clear a river …
or a little pool time …
HOBOXIA 
Tell Solomon his best friend, Lynna, says hello!
Your bed in the hobox is way neater than mine in my home. Tell Solomon his best friend, Lynna, said hey.