Vicky and I have taken quite a few tours around the world in the last ten years. We usually travel in small groups with a tour director. We have learned to chuckle about our tour directors. They are usually very “driven” to have us do everything, show us everything, feed us everything, etc. We can’t blame them; they want to please their customers, they want to show us everything worthwhile in their country with only a short amount of time to do it, and of course, they hope to earn a nice tip.

For our current adventure, Andrew was our defacto tour director. He researched the trip, planned it out, determined each hike and camping place, and so forth. Unfortunately for Andrew, his parents have learned to “pace” themselves over the years. We’ve settled down a notch from our youth of a few years back.

I’m including a few photos of Vicky and myself setting our own pace, not necessarily Andrews.

The first photo was the morning at Lake McDonald Lodge. We were enjoying our coffee and watching the lake…when Andrew said it was time to get moving.

The second photo was on our hike up Johnston Canyon. The moss must have been six inches deep and a better bed, I have yet to find. It was heavenly.

The third photo was at Lake Louise, after our long hike to the Plain of Six Glaciers which was over eight hours long at the point of this photo.

The fourth photo was at Mt Edith Cavell, up near Jasper. We were just enjoying ourselves too much to move along, as were Andrew and April.