We were not due to leave until 8:30 am, so, after outfitting myself with what warm clothes I had, I set out for a late breakfast at 7:45, ate sumptuously, and met the other Bears at the appointed time, and we were off, headed west, once again to Lake Louise. Within half and hour, we were stopped dead on the highway. Inching ever so slowly forward we eventually discovered the cause of the delay. A black bear had somehow gotten through the electric fence which parallels the entire highway to keep animals and speeding cars apart, and was making its way, at its own pace, toward an access gate that has been opened by wildlife officers who were waiting patiently for the miscreant to return to its safe(r) haven.
Canada, at least in these national parks, has gone to get lengths to protect wildlife from harm. The barrier fences are only part of an effort that includes migratory overpasses and underpasses for roaming critters, and strict laws about human animal interactions, especially feeding. It seems to be working, at least for one peripatetic bear this morning.
Bearing with this schedule, we arrived at the Lake Louise ski area by 10:00 am, and were treated with an enlightening lecture/program about bears! Our lecturer introduced herself as someone who has had working relations with bears, wolves and coyotes for most of her adult life. Without going into detail, I think it is safe to say that she mesmerized our Bear-clan for over and hour with facts and antidotes that greatly expanded my knowledge of a subject I didn't know I was interested in. A hardly necessary lunch followed (I'd only finished a large breakfast three hours before), and we got in line to ride the ski lift up the mountain for a better view of the area. Our destination was about half-way up, since the top ski lift was not running in the summer months, but half-way proved to be adequate to our quest for spectacular scenery. There were hopes of seeing bears on the mountain side. But the only one we saw was a great distance away and make its appearance while we were still eating our lunch. We may have seen the same bear, only farther away, on the way down the mountain just before departure. Everyone seemed to be bearing their disappointment well and without paws (sic) for regrets.
View from Lake Louise Ski Slope toward Lake Louise |
Moraine Lake, near Lake Louise, Alberta |
Lake Louise with its glacial source, Alberta |
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