frame of mind I headed for Sulphur Mountain, home of the Banff Gondola. Said Gondola takes you from 5,200 feet to 7,486 feet, from which point you can walk along the ridge to a slightly higher overlook. The higher overlook is the site of a metereological station that Norman Sanson hiked to every week for something like fourty years. The hike over to the Sanson station was easy, but there was an extension that diverged from the developed path and wound around the summit below the station that I walked down for a bit, and then returned back up. It was a great little walk.
look up there is an enormous mountain looming over you. As usual, I hit some great shots and had a string of stupid holes. My biggest problem was that since I was playing at 5,000 feet and hitting the course clubs, distances were difficult. After hitting over several greens I finally realized that I could hit a 56 degree wedge 110 yards, which is a really long way. Interesting that the course measured distances in yards, but everywhere else in Canada things are metric.
left as soon as the crowds deterred me, when a spot suddenly opened up right in front of me. Time to park and sightsee. I got out and nosed around the parking lot. There were people with ice cream, which suggested the presence of honey glazed tourist baited items, but all I could see were a set of highly utilitarian washrooms and an information kiosk. I could see from the kiosk that there was a nice little hike up to the lower falls of Thompson Creek, so I trooped back to my car, changed into garb more appropriate for hiking, and set off on my way up the trail…which immediately crossed a small bridge to reveal another parking lot and the anticipated tourist trap. A quaint shop, an ice cream stand, a restaurant claiming to have the best burger in somewhere, I don’t recall the scope of their claim, and oodles of families and folks left, right and center. I headed up the paved walkway and was soon happily strolling along yet another roaring creek in a dramatic canyon.