OK, I’ve finally taken time to share a few more pix from our 8/18 flight out of Edmonton and past Mt. Robson in the Jasper area. I’ve actually had the pix edited down ready to share, but couldn’t seem to find time among everything that’s been happening lately. For one thing, we flew to Santa Catalina Island this week so after finishing up this review of the AB Joy Adventure to share a few more fav pix, I’ll be posting some Catalina pix. So for now, here’s a continuation of the scenes we enjoyed after entering the Rockies at Jasper.
2295 Main Gate
Just past the solo sentinel in the previous post is this “Main” gate from Hinton into the valley of wonders named Jasper. If we didn’t know about the even more striking peaks and valleys to come, this would be worth the trip. But look what’s next.
2301 Texture
No, this isn’t Wyoming. The shape and texture of this peak, like the innumerable nameless (to me at least) peaks to come, is world class and almost lost amid the amazing sights in this valley. I think this next pic was at the treeline below, where I spotted some caves that surely have been used over the millennia by ancient peoples and maybe even the European settlers who came so much later.
2304 Cave People
So many stunning vistas we’ve already seen in the few minutes since entering the valley, as you can see from this glance back toward Hinton.
2307 Glance Back
Even in a car this distance from Hinton beyond that distant rocky peak is maybe an hour, and for us from the airport this side of the town we’re talking less than fifteen minutes. Amazing. Looking back to my left along our path I notice the extreme tilt of the rock layers on yet another peak.
2328 Tilt
Reminds me of the tectonic shifts that created the mountains here in California, yet it’s probably far older. There’s a variety of “story” in these rocks, that’s well illustrated by the variations in texture and color we enjoyed in scenes like this.
2353 Peak Colors
What created those dark bands like the one near the top-left? When I “step back” from this pic, the huddle of peaks takes on the quality of a mountain family with some peaks leaning in and others standing tall. The whole group clutches a blanket of forest, and stoically bears the scars of melted glaciers.
OK, I’m waxing lyrical. Time to stop for now, but I have more pix already prepared and hope to share them soon…
John & Anne Wiley 
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