The Banff-Jasper National Park trip was truly mind-boggling. It’s called the Icefields Parkway and is considered one of the most scenic drives in the world. I don’t remember the exact distance between Banff and Jasper, but it felt endless—mainly because of the numerous hikes we couldn’t afford to miss. 

There were speed limits along the way, as wildlife could cross the road at any moment. The route also featured quaint shops where we could replenish supplies, adding charm to the journey. 

Preparation for the trip was hectic and unusual. Just days before our departure, my sons decided to buy a minivan instead of renting one. We were seven in total, including my first grandson. They wanted a van with sunroofs to avoid any claustrophobic feelings for those sitting at the back. After a long search, they found a second-hand van over 100 miles away. My elder son and his wife drove there, completed the purchase, and returned late at night. 

We took the van for a long drive to my younger daughter-in-law’s research institute the next day to get a feel for it. The van was then detailed, and by evening, it was ready for the trip. 

Our journey began with an overnight stay in a small town, followed by awe-inspiring experiences at Banff, where we stayed at a hotel overlooking a lake and glacier. It was a place of serenity—ideal for hours of meditation. 

In Jasper, we stayed in lakeside cottages. If money weren’t an issue, I could have spent my life at any point along that scenic route. 

Two memorable incidents stand out. At one stop, a curious mountain goat nearly entered our van, sniffing for food. A visitor captured the moment joyfully on camera. Later, as we drove back, our sons spotted a bear crossing the road. With quick thinking, they drove ahead to the next bend, anticipating the bear’s path. We watched in amazement as it crossed just ten feet in front of us, filling the car with excitement. 

On the final leg, our sons identified Takakkaw Falls, a towering waterfall, as a must-see stop. In a moment of bravado, I stepped out without warm clothing. Within minutes, I was shivering, and one of my sons lent me his jacket. 

And yes, I encountered a “honey bucket” there for the first and only time. Curious? Google it! 

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