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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. 

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