Skip to main content

Johnston Falls

Our second day in Banff
Johnston Falls.
Randy is starting us on some smaller hikes,  closet in.  The group is starting to get its stride. Cynthia will hike twice as far, and be waiting for us at the end of the trail.  I do far less milage than the rest of them.  But I am also accustomed to walking by my self and enjoy it. We have now got a tradition of estimating how long the hike,  and agree on a meeting place and time. We can each do as we like, and nobody has to worry about being responsible. 

Johnston Falls is up a slot canyon. Breath taking beauty. But such beauty attracts a lot of people.  Over a million a year.  And this is one spot that people really want to see. 
The walk is not steep,  but the surface is not suitable for wheelchairs after the guitar little bit. 
There are two falls,  the lower falls is about a mile round trip,  the upper 3 miles and it gets steep. I did the lower falls. 
The trail has been developed for safety and to protect the area from humans.  
My attention was split three ways. The awesome geomorphology. The skill and worm that went into creating the trail,  and how did they do it before this trail.  
The third thing was not so jolly.  People in this park include some of the most entitled, self absorbed horse's patooties I have ever seen. At this point I am getting a bit peopled our.
Ok the other hand it gave me a chance to get totally absorbed in talking photos to share with you. 
Then we went to Lake. And I went swimming. 
Yes it was cold.  And yes it was worth it. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

's-Hertogenbosch June 2024

  I came to Den Bosch for the Bosch Parade.  I don't think one can understand the parade without understanding the town, and vice versa. The experience deserves a post all of its own, so  I will do this in two linked posts. This is not some of my best photography, but the experience was one that I wanted to share. As usual, I fight to make Blogger behave. Perhaps in the next few years we might make a meet up trip for Den Bosch and the parade.  Contact me if you might be interested. First off, the name.  's-Hertogenbosch or Den Bosch. Just accept that how ever you say it you are gonna  be wrong. The Dutch language, along with the Dutch mind set, is totally inexplicable and unexplainable, and totally charming. Like wise "Holland" or "Netherlands" is going to trip you up.  Both words describe the same place, but have subtle differences that really don't matter much, except to those people that it does but don't worry yourself about it The town goes by ...

A Day in Stockholm

I spent a marvelous day in Stockholm in June 2024.  I stayed two nights while on my way to Finland to go on the epic Svalbard expedition, but more on that in a future post. To me, getting there is half the fun, and these side trips are a major part of the fun. I have been taking a brief respite from posting. Illness and overwhelm, you know the story. But with a new summer of travel ahead, I must get back on the horse. This post is mostly a photo dump of my brief stay in Stockholm. I rate my visits in relation of would I go back or not.  I do hope to go back and experience more of what this city has to offer. As usual, the computer has interesting ideas on how to change up my layout. Click any photo to see a larger version and have a slide show and skip what little verbiage I have added.  I stayed in a Scandia Hotel. Think Marriott's or the Hilton in Swedish.  A pretty standard high rise commercial hotel. And some times that is just what one needs.  The breakfast...

Morris in the Borders

Imagine you are driving in far rural Midwales.  Narrow, hedge lined roads with barely enough room for two cars to pass in the wide spots. You come around a curve to the top of a hill. You reach a cross roads, you find a group of mad men, in tatters, brandishing sticks. Women with hankies  frolicking.  Ignoring the threat of rain. The Bettwys Triangle Art and Music   with  The Shropshire Bedlams and Martha Rhoden's Tuppenny Dish.  What can you do, but park and watch . An old church,  with beautiful carved headstones.  The rain held off until the last crack of the sticks then  it poured.