Day 13
Looking back at fifty, I realize that our time in Banff was the "eye of the storm"—a beautiful, stationary moment before the vastness of the Prairies truly began. Shayne and I started the day early, walking through the crisp mountain air to find a bike shop that didn't have a week-long waiting list. Finding Unlimited Mountain Bikes was a stroke of luck; they promised to have our gear ready by evening, which felt like a green light for the rest of the trip.
We spent the afternoon playing tourist, but with the perspective of people who had just crawled over the mountains to get here. Walking around the Banff Springs Hotel, we definitely didn't look like the typical guests, but the majesty of the place is undeniable. The highlight for me was the Cave and Basin—there’s something humbling about seeing a unique life form like those endangered snails that evolved in such a specific, tiny pocket of the world. It made our 125km ride to Calgary seem small by comparison.
The evening was a reminder of why we were doing this: good food and family. Jim and Chip treated us to a spectacular salmon and roast beef dinner, followed by an apple pie that I can still practically taste. When we retrieved our bikes and felt brakes that finally didn't feel "squishy," I felt a surge of readiness. We’ve mapped out the two-day push to Calgary, and knowing we have a campground waiting at the halfway point makes the start of the next phase feel manageable.
