I had caught a light cold and decided that we should stay put for a day. Jasper is a cute and overpriced resort town that’s overrun by German and Dutch tourists. I would feel pity for the locals if it hadn’t been obvious that they profited pretty well from the–mostly blond–cattle drive.
Late in the afternoon we drove a hundred kilometers to spend the night on a secluded campground east of Jasper. This royal stag–or was it a caribou?–crossed our path just before we pulled into William A Switzer Provincial Park.