Today, we hiked from the Edith Cavell trailhead near Jasper.
On the way, we came across mama blackie with one cub who scooted into the bush when we drove up. Mama didn't seem to mind us at all.
Views of Angel Glacier keep changing perspective as the trail winds up along the moraine.
The bulk of the glacier is in a cirque above and not viewable; what is seen is two "wings" spread out from the central body which cascades down in a series of cracks and ice blocks. We heard some minor rockfall but nothing compared to the huge icefall we saw at Lake Louise.
The Edith Cavell Glacier ends in a tarn of meltwater.
Somehow, the name, Edith Cavell, rang a bell with me. She was a World War I nurse in Brussels. After it was overrun by the Germans, she was executed. So much for compassion. I guess all's fair in love and war.
After the hike, we headed west over Yellowhead Pass, named for Tete Jaune, a real blondie and one of the first fur traders in these parts. Mount Robson's spectacular south face greeted us. From pictures at the visitor's center, the north face is even more impressive.
We decided to press on to Prince George since the weather was good and we gained an hour moving into Pacific time. On Tuesday, we board the ferry at Prince Rupert.
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