This blog posting covers the whole day of July 31st, 2022. From a moody morning (still livid) to a gradually pleasing day we continues our adventure to what I assumed to be ‘Banff’. Instead, it’s Lake Louise. It eventually clicked as Lake Louise. Nice!
[Prelude/Prologue] – [Day 1] – [Day 2] – [Day 3] – [Day 4] – [Day 5] – [Day 6] – [Day 7] – [Day 8] – [Day 9] – [Day 10] – [Day 11] – [Day 12] – [Day 13] – [Day 14] – [Day 15] – [Day 16] –
With scenery this grand, and majestic, it always baffles me why people keep pretending they’re fake Trans (for clout), playing with fake politics, even eroding traditionalism. When you snap back to your roots (to nature) you’re reminded of things which actually matter. Fake political nonsense doesn’t matter, nature does.
Lower Spiral Tunnel (Railway):
Friend wanted to help me drone something (even to boost my morale) so we stopped at this place to visit. A nice spot, even getting a nice eagle’s eye view using my drone. I’ve gained a view no other tourist had gained. 😉
(For drone images please view bottom half of the blog posting)
Crossing into Alberta! WOOO!~
After 20 minutes of venting, fuming, and being livid (mainly my friend)…. Even pissing off the security we finally managed to have our way in. My friend parked in the middle of the road with Lake Louise’s security telling us to move it. If they [Lake Louise staff] planned this better security wouldn’t had to tell us to “fuck off”, or “Please move” nonsense. I was about to tell the security to screw off myself, they were getting on my nerves as well for even blocking parking in an area valid for parking. My friend was livid, I was getting frustrated. I was actually starting to have my blood boil with how “assertive” and weird those folks were.
“Can you please move?”
“Can you move?”
I was ready to snap at them. I’m aware I’m repeating myself, still have to stress the fact I nearly blew my top, and I’m a silent fellow. I’m calm, quiet, and observant.
This is what you get when Trudeau holds his nation hostage, you get revenge travelers. Insane amounts of them. I even held a quick conversation with other tourists noting how Lake Louise’s security was far too idiotic. Friend let us off, they desired to converse to which they ignored me after I misspoke. How rude. They eventually ignored me once I brought up ‘British Columbia Security’ by mistake when I meant Alberta security/patrol during this time period. Noting their [tourists] silence I frustratingly wandered off. Everybody is so frustrating. Polite, yet rude.
I was happy to finally see some Japanese folks, especially two Japanese girls taking selfies. I was considering asking if they needed help, I instead shyly focused on taking figure photography. I noticed they wandered off from where I came. Shame. This is what my friend would have scolded me over if I had told him personally. I should have talked to them, instead being a “creep”. My reward is the view, the digital figure photography memorials, and the partial regret.
Video of Lake Louise
Tried to eat at some place after feeling hungry. Failed! The place had stupid rules and regulations forcing us elsewhere.
I sadly had to go to the washroom letting off the biggest fart while taking a poop causing other people to look back in my general direction. Friend allegedly heard from a far while waiting, and even others looking back in my direction from my friend’s point of view.
I absolutely hated these restroom stalls. No privacy. You can see people doing their business, including myself. I hated every moment of it, yet relish the moment I let off the loudest poop-fart I had ever let off. With all the negatives I had to admire some sort of positives, and fart jokes are universal. Childish, sure. We can all laugh at fart jokes.
In hindsight, my shit-fart-bomb probably even reflects my frustration with Lake Louise’s security problems, most especially when denying my friend a parking spot he was allowed to have. Their judgement failed that day. Severely. Great scenery, yet people are something to desire more from. Scenery never betrays you.
Admiring my favourite stretch of the road on the way back.
Friend was debating if we should stop for another drone shot on the way back. We decided on a spot, even heading towards ‘The Kicking Horse River Valley’ for our covert drone flight. All safely and hastily done. Worth it!
Having spotted the military gear on the way back I asked my friend if we could stop here for some Canadian military patriotism. I mean, my figure photography. Both. And, even the gorgeous Canadian scenery 😉
Letting Fubuki roam around. Might as well. Also, while taking these images a trucker was confused as to what I was doing. Figure photography!
Taking as many images as I possibly can knowing I may or may not be back here at a future date. Need to make the present count taking every possible combination and variety possible.
Also, I’m proudly Canadian, even knowing my fellow Canadians are corrupted by fake American political bullcrap. Fake trans, hating truckers, hating themselves, and etc. Granted, Americans migrated into Canada to spread their lies and filth to naive Canadians instilling Canadian-oriented “communism”. You don’t have to believe me, you can claim lies, or pass this off as ramblings. It’s true. I respect all truckers, even the alienated 10%. Even so, I admire the Canadian scenery, I’m proudly Canadian, even proud of our past achievements in WW2 (naval especially), aviation, and various military achievements. We have some of the best scenery, sadly taken for granted and wasted by idiocy.
Reddit is to blame, especially Ottawa Reddit.
I’m genuinely grateful and thankful for being introduced into the Busou Shinki hobby. Even if people hate my vents, rambles, and etc, it has to be said for blogging purposes. I admire my Renge, my Fubuki, Kohiru, and etc. I genuinely admire the natural beauty of the world, even a more traditional take on the world. I can escape via Anime, something still mostly untainted my American cultists and zealots.
Google stitching various images together upon return to Ottawa.
DJI Drone Images:
Near BC/Alberta border
The Kicking Horse River:
I genuinely admire the Canadian scenery. British Columbia is awesome, and I’m genuinely grateful for my friend for taking me all throughout B.C. I miss those days, and my memories and feelings are sadly fading of that experience. It’s all becoming a haze. I’m thankful I blogged and noted every aspect of it.
It’s however sadly a shame British Columbia has taken its beauty for granted, even aligning itself with faux-political bullcrap. Such gorgeous scenery wasted on corrupted people. Great place, stupid people. Granted, with a few good awesome folks here and there. Many I have conversed with.
A few more blog posts to go.