Well…As I was planning my heli hiking photo excursion I was pulled back to the past 30 year or so. It seems I’d left making my reservation for the night in Banff a little too late.
The town was pretty much booked solid. There were no hotel rooms available. I called a colleague who was a travel agent to see if she could help. When she called be back with the news, I felt like I had been tapped on the back, by a ghost.
It was where she found be a vacancy that gave me goosebumps. ” I got you in at the Mount Royal” she happily announced. The Mount Royal….hmmm. goosebumps…could it be…?
I don’t know if I was intrigued or frightened. The Mount Royal, if it was indeed the same pace I was thinking of, was where we all stayed on the legendary U of W ski trips. It’s unofficial motto was rip & tear, we don’t care.
I pulled out my old photo album, and there it was, a souvenir coaster from the cavernous basement bar, The Dungeon at the Mount Royal. Yikes! See the old evidence here.
So I arrived in Banff, and as I turned the corner, there it was th