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 WHAT
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EMERALD LAKE CHALET
A CANADIAN PACIFIC HOTEL Emerald Lake
Chalet
C^/n the shore of beautiful
Emerald Lake, in Yoho National
Park.
Accommodation in Chalet and
in one and two-room bungalows.
Large club house for recreational purposes.
Open from June 15 th to September 15th. Total accommodation
120.   Rates on application.
Emerald Lake is seven miles
by automobile road from Field,
on the main line of the Canadian
Pacific Railway. Also reached
by motor from Lake Louise and
Banff. Postal address, Emerald
Lake Chalet, via Field, B.C. Emerald Lake Chalet.
Y^merald Lake is one of the most exquisite spots in
£, the Canadian Rockies. No blendings of pigment, no
symphony on muted strings, no lyric penned by the
hand of man, ever interpreted the tender harmony of that
strangely peaceful region, where verdure of infinite variety
dominates the landscape, offers rest to the wearied eye
and suggests a pause in the flight of a winged and an
adventurous spirit.
It was discovered and named by Tom Wilson—the
oldest and one of the most famous trail-blazers of the
Rocky Mountains. In 1882 Wilson was "packing" for the
Canadian Pacific Railway, whose construction crews were
then slowly wresting territory from Mount Stephen,
Mount Field and kindred stony giants, and one day he
awoke to find that most of his horses had disappeared.
With a faith unknown to those who would discourage the
search for a needle in a haystack, Tom Wilson set out
towards the unblazed north, hoping to recover a few
insignificant pack ponies that were drifting somewhere in
the Rocky Mountains!
And his faith was justified. He found not only his
horses, but Emerald Lake, for which his name will be
spoken with profound gratitude by future generations.
That horse-hunting trip necessitated the renaming of
Lake Louise, which Wilson had originally called
"Emerald." But the newly discovered water jewel made
so obvious a claim that the change was effected without
demur.
Printed in Canada—1928 Emerald Lake lies at the end of a perfect drive,
seven miles north of Field, B.C. Field, a little railway
town and divisional point that nestles at the foot of
Mount Stephen—a giant that towers 6,500 feet above the
town to a height of 10,495 feet above sea-level—is the
point at which you descend from the train; or if you have
come from Banff or Lake Louise, the motor-road brings
you past Field.
Leaving the station and crossing the blustering
waters of the Kicking Horse, one turns one's back upon
Mount Stephen and Mount Field, as the capacious 16-
seated motor swings into the hush of a scented forest.
Snowpeak Avenue is part of this pungent journey;
only a small part, it is true, but one that the observant
traveller will not soon forget! Imagine a two-mile stretch
of straight roadway (and two miles of straight roadway
anywhere in the Rocky Mountains is in itself noteworthy)
margined by slender trees whose heads nod a stately
salutation as you pass, and permit now and again a
glimpse of robin's egg sky about the width of a small
girl's sash. At each end this straight driveway is blocked
by a glittering pinnacle crowned with a diadem of blue-
white snow. Emerald Peak lies to the north, Mount
Goodsir to the south—natural focal points that some artist
must have pictured in his dreams.
Natural Bridge
The Motor swerves as though in answer to the call
of rushing waters, and presently one comes to the Natural
Bridge—an ineffectual effort on the part of nature to curb
the foaming passage of the Kicking Horse, by choking
the river bed with enormous boulders. For the convenience of visitors, a sturdy log platform has been thrown
across the cataract—an ideal vantage point from which to
experiment with canvas or kodak; and on the other side
there is a charming little tea house.
The road winds and dips and creeps up gentle inclines
until one feels that Mount Burgess (8,473 feet) on the right
is distant but a stone's throw. Suddenly, through a rift
in the trees, The President (10,297 feet) pushes his twin
heads into the clouds, and before the cry of delight has
died away, Emerald Lake lies smiling at one's feet.
The Green Explained
Oh, the rare loveliness of it! Too small to mirror
the soaring peaks that almost surround it, it reflects the
wooded slopes with flawless accuracy; and patches of snow
which the sun has forgotten, sprawling at the water's
edge, repeat themselves like tufts of woolly cloud afloat
on the jade surface.
Page Two Snowpeak Avenue, on the way out to Emerald Lake,
Page Three Mount  Wapta and Emerald Lake Chalet,
Far more often than not, the lake is jade instead of
Emerald; and more often than that, it is jade-au-laiL
with the peculiar milkiness that characterizes all glacial
water. The moment your oar dips in, that, too, becomes a
thing of jade, as does the bottom of your boat, or even
your hand.
Up a steep incline past the cosy Bungalows, to the door
of the Chalet. The motor comes to a stop, but you don't
move. You sit in silent wonderment, staring at the
unfolding panorama and murmuring from the depths of an
overfull heart, "This is surely the loveliest spot in the
world!"
Emerald Lake Chalet
Emerald Lake Chalet, on the southern shore, is
built of great squared timbers, fortress-like in their solidity,
surrounded by log-cabin bungalows under whispering
trees. The settlement now consists of three units—the
original Chalet, the Club House, and the bungalows.
The Chalet, originally built several vears ago, and
recently enlarged, is along Swiss Chalet lines, with deep
overhanging balconies. It contains the office, the dining
room, and many bedrooms. The Club House is what its
name implies; it is an especial favorite at nights, either
the verandah, with its magnificent sunset and moonlight
views, or indoors, where a good floor for dancing, comfortable chairs for lounging, card-tables, a library and a great
log fire provide entertainment for all.
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The bungalows were built recently as an annexe to take
care of the overflow sleeping accommodation. They are of
various sizes, most daintily and comfortably furnished,
with hot and cold running water, bathrooms, stoves,
clothes bureaux, etc. All of them have their individual
verandahs, and the larger ones are "en suite" with connecting doors.
From the Bungalows to the edge of the lake is but a step
—a step, however, that leads through whispering trees
and over a carpet of pine needles that give resilience to the
heaviest of leaden feet. Benches tempt the explorer to
stop and enjoy the view. It never palls; the aspect
changes as in a mammoth motion picture.
Besides, these paths bear such alluring titles you would
surrender to them even though you knew they led to a
blank wall. Who could resist the seduction of Squirrel
Walk, or Lone Duck Lake Trail?
Not Always Lonely
Lone Duck Lake is a tiny liquid gem, ten minutes'
walk from the Chalet, and has been pre-empted by a
solitary duck indifferent to overtures of friendship. Dark
firs cluster close as though anxious to hide this spot from
a too-curious public. High overhead, Mount Burgess
towers, like a wall at the uttermost boundary of the
world.
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Page Five The Clubhouse, Emerald Lake Chalet.
At evening, when the wind has stilled its voice to a
timid lisp, and the violet mists blur the outline of sharp
rock and gleaming glacier, a solitary deer shares the
silence with the majestic duck, and you tip-toe back to
the Club House apologetically, hoping that your intrusion
has not been an offence to these exclusive creatures.
"A narrow compass!    And yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair."
Some Beautiful Hikes
The Most popular walk takes you around the lake,
and those four miles and a half are not nearly long enough.
Of course, if you don't want to count at least two dozen
shades of green playing in the water; if you don't want to
see the great bleak pinnacle of Wapta (which, by the way,
means water) shimmer for all the world like a gigantic
Oriental rug thrown against the floor of the sky; if you
have no desire to see around the corner of Emerald Peak
and the President Glacier, one end of which leaps from
its frozen fetters and plunges down the cliff in a madcap
waterfall; moreover, if you are incurious as to flora and
fauna, especially orchids, and the biggest jack-rabbits
a-hop, or maybe an infant moose that should have been a
mule by the look of him—if—if—all these things do not
interest you, there is then no need even to walk around
the lake!     Just sit still on the Club House verandah and
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The Dining Room, Emerald Lake Chalet.
watch the clouds turn from white to pink, and from pink
to gold, and from gold to amethyst, until the cobalt-glacier
up there on the President's shoulder is blotted out, and the
chill of a fragrant, purple night suggests that great log
fire.
Another short walk leads over the bridge, a few paces
to the left, and along a lovely trail to Hamilton Falls.
This trip may not appeal to the confirmed Alpine climber,
but otherwise it is sufficiently difficult to take on the
appearance of an achievement.
Hamilton Falls
Roxie Hamilton discovered the Falls some 30
years ago. Like most old-timers, he was prospecting and
found not precious metal, but a jewel of water. The place
was forgotten until recently, when it was rediscovered,
named and made accessible by a good trail. The Falls
are beautiful. They appear in three distinct levels. You
reach the first quite easily. Here you find a sort of natural
basin whose outlet is a stormy little pool. The basin is
fed by the lowest fall—a gush of pale green water that
tumbles down from a hollow rock about 30 feet tall,
which looks like half of a large black chimney.
Following the trail that now twists tortuously up the
hill, you will come, after some puffing, to the second
level of the mezzanine floor. Here you are almost opposite
the top of the rock chimney, and the longer, higher fall
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reveals itself. Great pot-holes, too, yawn in rocks, and
there is evidence that in days past a tremendous volume
of water poured down from the level above.
My, but it's steep! But it is very beautiful, with its
ferns and flowers and moss hung with silver cobwebs; and
so still that you can hear the pine needles drop with their
sibilant whisper. The trail ends all too soon, for you are
neither at the source of the waterfall, nor the top of the
hill. You look over at the green slopes of Burgess, however, inordinately pleased that they seem much less
forbidding than they did from below.
Yoho Pass
A Little more ambitious is the trip to The Summit—
the pass, that is to say, leading into the Yoho Valley.
The return journey can be made in four hours, afoot or by
pony, but most people prefer to make it an all-day affair.
Following the road to the right of the bridge, and
reaching a point opposite the Chalet, you proceed northward over a stony flat that must, at one time, have worn
a garment of jade-green water. Up a treeless cliff you
begin to climb—eighteen hundred feet of zigzagging so
sharply that, at the angles, your horse achieves the noteworthy feat of seeming to have his head and tail turned
the same way at the same time!
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About half-way up there is revealed a splendid view of
Emerald Falls, only a thread of which can be seen from
the Chalet. It seems to gush directly from the turquoise
vault into which Emerald Peak pushes its graceful head.
A long, silver streak it drops, spreads into a rainbow fan,
then hurtles downward to the great boulders that convert
it into a lashing, lunging cascade.
The glacier, to the right, seems very near. The Chalet,
very far away. Up—up—up—steeper and steeper!
The pony breathes heavily; and while he is resting, you
twist in your saddle a little awed to find so vast a portion
of the world beneath you.
Summit Lake
A cool, moist forest presently opens. A stiff pull
and you are over the top, cantering gaily down a broad
avenue hemmed by meadows of red and white heather.
And the Summit Lake (or more properly, Yoho Lake),
green like Emerald, but not so large, flashes in the clearing.
At Summit is a cosy little log-cabin tea house. You are
apt to think (with no disloyalty to the Chalet's particular
brand of banana cream pie) that the meal provided at
the Tea House is the most completely satisfying assemblage of food you have ever eaten.
And after? Why, the downhill journey into a misty
twilight.    Down, down, down, while shadows, huge, like
Page Nine Emerald Lake and its Exquisite Reflections,
mountains, fold you about; a yellow patch flares in the
darkness—home and sleep. The end of the adventure—
which is, after all, only the beginning of another and
better one, somewhere else!
Or, on the other hand, you can sleep overnight at the
Tea House.
Farther Afield
Speaking of Field and the more distant ranges, there
are many profitable trips to be taken using the station as a
base. For example, there is the ascent of Mount Stephen,
once the most climbed peak in the Rockies. You can
scratch around in the old fossil beds from which thirty-two
species of trilobites and brachiopods have been determined.
Then there is another fossil bed in Mount Field, prolific in
animal remains that date from the middle of the Cambrian
age, when the only chance of exploring the district would
have been from the back of a sea-horse!
Or you can ride down into the Ottertail Valley, which
will beguile you into thinking it the most exquisite place
you have yet seen. The sky is pierced by jagged pinnacles
of all shapes and colors; glaciers doze in the stillness, and
reigning over all is Mount Goodsir, lifting his triple head
11,676 feet into the empyrean.
Emerald Lake has a fair supply of trout.
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Page Ten Yoho Valley Bungalow Camp.
The Yoho Valley
Yoho National Park (area 476 square miles)
immediately adjoins Rocky Mountains Park along the
crest of the Great Divide. In this realm of winsome
beauty there are deep cool primeval forests, giant mountains, ancient white expanses of glacier, foaming waterfalls, rushing rivers and lakes of jade and sapphire. All
the points in Yoho National Park at which accommodation
is provided for visitors are linked up, either by motor
road or good trail; and therefore Emerald Lake is not only
of itself one of the most popular centres, but also the
axis for excursions to other places.
The Yoho Valley can be reached from Emerald Lake
either by trail or by motor road. The trail is that over
Summit Pass, already mentioned, coming out near the
Bungalow Camp. The view from the top is a magnificent
one of wide vistas, with Takakkaw Falls on the far side
of the Valley.
The other route is by motor road, returning to Field
and then following the Kicking Horse River eastward.
This is one of the finest drives in the Rockies (round trip
distance from Field, 22 miles). The road, crossing the
Kicking Horse River, follows the milky glacier-fed stream
to where it joins the Yoho River, near the entrance of the
valley at Mount Field, round which it swings, and up the
valley until some precipitous cliffs are reached. The
pine forest gives a welcome shade and fragrance, and, as
Page Eleven the way winds up the cliffs to a higher level, the Yoho
torrent foaming below shrinks with distance. Up these
it zigzags to a higher level, ending a short distance past
the Takakkaw Falls.
Takakkaw, the stream that comes down from the Daly
Glacier, is 1,200 feet high. It is not a river of water but a
river of foam, which drops with an oddly leisurely appearance, very much like a falling of those rockets called
Golden Rain. ■ •    •
Yoho Valley Bungalow Camp
Yoho Valley Bungalow Camp, which has accommodation for 64 people, is situated in a meadow within
sight and sound of Takakkaw Falls. It is an ideal place
for hikers and riders; and, like the other Bungalow Camps
of the region, consists of a central club house with separate
wooden sleeping bungalows.
The motor road ends here; to continue we must use
ponies. Leaving behind the Bungalow Camp you can
turn into the Upper Yoho Valley. A beautiful trail winds
up the valley to Twin Falls and Yoho Glacier, passing
Point Lace Falls, Angel's Stairs and Laughing Falls. Yoho
Glacier lies at the Valley's end, a breath-taking wonderful
sight. The curved top is of a whiteness beyond anything
but that of what it is—neve snow. The lower seracs are
each individualized in the clear air, with subtle blue
shadows. It does not give a sense of horror as do some
ice-fields; the beauty of it triumphs over that.
For the majority, the ride up the valley to the culminating
glacier is enough for one day, and fortunately there is no
need to return, for opposite Twin Falls (two fast columns
that drop almost perpendicularly) is Twin Falls Tea-House,
with sleeping accommodation overnight.
The High Trail
You can return by the "High Trail," mounting
through Alpine meadows, carpeted with purple and white
bryanthus, till you come out of the scent of wild flowers
and balsam high over Yoho Valley. The sense of quiet
disappears, and there comes to you as you ride along the
edge of a sort of natural bastion the roar of waters and a
sigh of wind. Across the valley, the great Waputik snow-
field and Takakkaw Falls glimmer in the westerning sun
and you can pick out in that clear air the faint black of
the Canadian Pacific track going into the Spiral Tunnels
beyond the Kicking Horse River. Soon you reach the
Summit Lake again and the trail home.
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Page Twelve Takakkaw Falls, near Yoho Valley Bungalow Camp.
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Emerald Lake is not
only in itself one of the
most popular centres of
Yoho National Park—it
is also the centre for
excursions to other places.
All the points in the Park
at which accommodation
is provided are linked up
by good motor roads or
by trails.
Emerald Lake is 7 miles
from Field by motor road
—15 miles from Wapta
Bungalow Camp — 18
miles from Yoho Valley
Bungalow Camp—and 23
miles from Lake Louise.
Forty-two miles beyond
Lake Louise is Banff.
From Emerald Lake to
Golden, by the new
"Kicking Horse Trail,"
is 39 miles.
Lake O'Hara Bungalow
Camp is reached by trail
(8 miles) from Wapta
Lake.
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Trails Burgess Pass
At Summit Lake Tea House, coming or going over
the Pass, you can turn in another direction, round on to
Burgess Pass (altitude 7,150 feet). It is a wonderful
journey. The great crags of Wapta flaunt up to the left
and to the right, at every step, there appear higher up
new visions of the President Range. The guide can point
out to you the way to the now well-known Burgess Pass
Fossil Quarry, which was discovered by Dr. Walcott in
1910, and has yielded to science the finest and largest series
of Middle Cambrian fossils yet unearthed and the finest
invertebrate fossils discovered in any formation. Descent
can be made from the Pass down to Field.
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Wapta Camp
Where the Yoho Valley road turns along the Yoho
River you can continue another three miles along the
main road and come to Lake Wapta (18 miles from
Emerald Lake). This beautiful sheet of water, the principal source of the Kicking Horse River, lies high up near
the Great Divide. The Canadian Pacific circles one side
with a station at Hector, while the motor road is on the
camp side. Between Field and Wapta is the charming
Kicking Horse Tea-House.
Like most of the Rocky Mountain lakes, the color of
Wapta is an indescribable green, varying in shade with
every whim of the atmosphere—jade, emerald, apple,
grass—and looking frequently as though gallons of rich
yellow cream had been poured into it.
On its shores is Wapta Bungalow Camp, with its
community house and detached log cabins. From the
camp you can see stern Mount Stephen (named after the
first President of the Canadian Pacific), Victoria with her
gleaming opalescent scarf of snow and ice, Narao and
Cathedral Crags.
Two and a half miles of beautifully wooded trail will
take you to Sherbrooke Lake, which lies in a depression
between Mount Ogden and Paget Peak. In another
direction is Ross Lake hidden between Niblock and Narao.
Lake O'Hara
Lake O'Hara lies eight miles south of Wapta, and
can be reached by a splendid trail. Gaining the top of a
barren plateau on the other side of Lake Wapta you can
look back on the Bungalow Camp, which lies like a toy
village strewn on the slope of Paget Peak. The trail
winds on, now ascending, now descending, first through a
jade temple of a forest, thence into an Alpine flower garden.
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Wapta Bungalow Camp.
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Lake O'Hara Bungalow Camp.
The siren-song of a cascade calls; you push on, passing
through a grove of spruces, and the richly colored waters
of Lake O'Hara invite your admiration. One's eyes are
drawn up and up to the glorious peaks that stand guard
about this lovely lake, the joy and despair of artists—
Wiwaxy's jagged top sharply defined against the skyline,
the towering mass of Huber, the white splendour of
Victoria and Lefroy, and the encircling majesty of Yukness,
Hungabee, Biddle, Schaffer and Odaray, with the vast
towers of Cathedral in the distance.
Lake O'Hara Camp
Lake O'Hara Bungalow Camp is situated on a slight
elevation overlooking the lake, at its very edge, and the
log cabins cluster on the shore, encircled with pine and
spruce. Rooms can also be obtained in the Chalet. The
Camp consists of a central building and a group of log
cabins, the former on the Swiss Chalet style, decorated in
a rustic fashion. O'Hara does not advertise modern
luxuries, but its grate fires, comfortable chairs, hot and
cold water baths, simple but well-cooked meals, and beds
that are a benediction to tired bodies, take away the
rough edges of camping life.
There is another route to Lake O'Hara—going from
Field to the end of the motor road of the junction of the
Ottertail trail and thence via this trail along McArthur
Creek and Pass.
Page Eighteen Kicking Horse Canyon  Tea House, near  Wapta.
Lake McArthur
Everybody who visits O'Hara takes the trip to
Lake McArthur. The trail is good, and leads through
meadow-lands and up the ruggy stony shoulder of Mount
Schaffer, from whence there is a superb view of rugged
Ottertail Valley. McArthur is one of the largest lakes at
such a high altitude (7,359 feet) in the mountains. It is
cupped in the Biddle amphitheatre, absolutely barren of
trees, and overhung on one side by Schaffer and on the
other side by Park Mountain. McArthur is every conceivable shade of blue—aquamarine, sapphire, cerulean; a
glorious gem, its surface covered with dancing points of
silver—a vast shield of damascened steel.
Lake Oesa is more inaccessible than McArthur. One
follows the trail around the lake from the Chalet to the
foot of the Seven Sisters Waterfall and clambers up a steep
bit to a plateau, and more steep bits to higher plateaus.
In the bosom of the highest one of all is Lake Oesa, which
is smaller than either O'Hara and McArthur, and neither
so green as the one, nor so blue as the other. The very
spirit of silence broods over Oesa. In its serenity it seems
to be as remote from the living world as if it were in the
moon.
From Oesa you can cross Abbot Pass and descend to
Lake Louise.    This is not a trip for the unseasoned, the
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Page Nineteen Laughing Falls, in the Upper Yoho Valley.
inexperienced, or the foolhardy, for it is on foot over the
glaciers; but provided you have a sturdy constitution, a
Swiss guide, proper climbing clothes, and about eight hours
of fair weather, you can make this magnificent excursion
easily enough.
To Lake Louise
The Road to Wapta Lake continues on a high line to the
Great Divide, and soon reaches Lake Louise (26 miles
from Emerald Lake). It continues still further to Banff
(42 miles more). Regular daily bus services are maintained
during the summer season between Emerald Lake and
Lake Louise and between Lake Louise and Banff.
A Circle Trip
Yoho National Park offers every inducement to
linger for weeks; but by means of these bungalow camps,
which serve as focal points for the fine series of roads, it is
possible to visit it thoroughly in five days without retracing
one's steps.    The following is one suggested itinerary:
First day—motor from Field to Emerald Lake and sleep
there.
Second day—ride over Yoho Pass to Yoho Camp.
Lunch there and ride on to Twin Falls.   Sleep there.
Third day—ride back to Yoho Camp and sleep there.
Fourth day—motor to Wapta Camp. Lunch there, and
ride to Lake O'Hara Camp.    Sleep there.
Fifth day—ride back to Wapta Camp and sleep there.
Page Twenty The Kicking Horse Trail, from Emerald Lake to Golden.
The Kicking Horse Trail
From Emerald Lake westward a further extension
of roads was opened in 1927 to Golden—"The Kicking
Horse Trail," named from the river which it follows for
so many miles.    This is a most spectacular ride.
At Golden, the Columbia River road, running south
to Lake Windermere and Cranbrook, joins this road, and
makes a magnificent circle trip which is mentioned next
under the name of "The Lariat Trail."
24-Hour Motor Detour
One of the finest of organized automobile excursions
is the new "24-Hour Motor Detour." This is from Banff
to Golden, and gives a rapid survey of the "high-lights"
of the nearer mountain region. Leaving Banff after lunch,
a 42-mile run is made to Lake Louise, and the night spent
at the Chateau Lake Louise. Next morning the journey
continues to the Great Divide, Wapta Lake, the Kicking
Horse Pass, Yoho Valley, Emerald Lake, the Kicking
Horse Canyon, and Golden. Similar schedules are
established in the reverse direction.
This Detour is so timed as to waste no time, but to
pick through passengers up soon after their arrival at
either Banff (going westward) or Golden (going eastward),
and to set them down at the other end of the trip in time
Page Twenty-One The "High Line Trail" in the Upper Yoho Valley.
to take their train. Special arrangements are made for
handling baggage and sleeping-car reservations. The
length of the detour, including a sight-seeing ride round
Banff, is 142 miles.
Banff-Windermere Road
The famous Banff-Windermere Road, pioneer and
still perhaps the leader of the mountain roads, takes you
into a magnificent section. The journey can be commenced
equally well from Lake Louise, the distances being the
same; for the road to Windermere takes off from the
Banff-Louise road near Castle Mountain, equi-distant
between those points. In length 104 miles, it runs over
the Vermilion Pass (altitude 5,264 feet) into Kootenay
National Park, and then follows the Vermilion and
Kootenay Rivers until within a few miles of Sinclair Pass.
Passing through Sinclair Canyon, the road emerges after
several miles into the Columbia River Valley and soon
reaches the beautiful Lake Windermere.
To afford accommodation for those making this trip,
the Canadian Pacific has erected four bungalow camps
en route. These halts for either meals or sleeping accommodation are conveniently spaced as to distance; they are
Castle Mountain Bungalow Camp (26 miles from either
Banff or Lake Louise), Vermilion River Camp (50 miles),
Radium Hot Springs Camp (91 miles) and Lake Winder-
Page Twenty-Two m%
Mount President, from the "High Line Trail/   Yoho Valley.
mere Camp (104 miles). Each has a central club house
for dining and recreational purposes, and sleeping accommodation in separate log bungalows.
The Lariat Trail
A very fine excursion, called "The Lariat Trail,"
occupying three days, is organized to leave Banff twice a
week in the summer months to embrace all these. Leaving
Banff, it proceeds to Castle Mountain, turns south along
the Banff-Windermere Road as far as Radium Hot Springs
(where the first night is spent), thence turns north to
Golden and east along the Kicking Horse Canyon to
Emerald Lake (second night). The third day it runs to
Yoho Valley, Wapta Lake, the Great Divide, Lake Louise
and Banff.
Trail Riding
The mountain pony, mountain-bred, fool-proof,
untiring, can be ridden by practically anyone, whether he
or she has ever before been on a horse or not. From the
Chateau Lake Louise and other hotels and bungalow
camps in the Canadian Pacific Rockies there are good
roads and trails radiating in all directions, which are kept
up by the National Parks Department. Some trail trips
are of one day's duration only; others stretch over several
days, necessitating carrying camping outfit.     It is cus-
Page Twenty-Three tomary on all long trips, and even on some short ones, to
engage guides who supply horses, tents, food, etc., and do
the necessary cooking. The new Circle Trail Ride starting
from Lake Louise will, however, simplify the problem of
Dackhorses, as every night but one will be spent in a
Dungalow camp.
Trail Riders' Association
Those who have ridden fifty miles or upwards in
the Canadian Rockies are qualified for membership in the
Trail Riders of the Canadian Rockies, which affords an
unusual opportunity for those interested in trail-riding to
get together. The aims of the Trail Riders' Association
are, principally, to encourage travel on horseback through
the Canadian Rockies, to foster the maintenance and
improvement of old trails and the building of new trails,
and to encourage the love of outdoor life.
Membership is of several grades, according to the
distance ridden—50, 100, 500, 1,000 and 2,500 miles.
There are now 1,000 members.
Annual Pow Wow
Each year an annual "Pow-Wow" and Official Ride
is held, lasting several days and bringing together a large
number of men and women interested in the fine recreation
of trail-riding. The 1928 Official Ride will be from Horse
Thief Creek, near Lake Windermere, to the spectacular
Lake of the Hanging Glaciers. Automobiles will take
intending riders to the starting point, from either Lake
Windermere, Banff or Lake Louise.
A special round trip rate of $10.00 per head for parties
of not less than four, from Banff or Lake Louise to the
starting point, has been arranged in connection with this
annual Official Ride, which will start early in August and
last four days. Rate, including horse, food, and share of
tent, will be $50.00, exclusive of automobile. Riders must
bring their own sleeping bags and blankets. Reservations
must be made at least 14 days in advance to the Secretary-
Treasurer, Mr. J. M. Gibbon, Room 324, Windsor Station,
Montreal, Que.
Circle Trail Rides
In addition to the official ride, and under the auspices
of the Trail Riders' Association, Circle Trail Rides will be
operated once a week during July and August from Lake
Louise around those of the Bungalow Camps which are
situated in Yoho National Park. This trip will last six
days, with the following itinerary:
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Page Twenty-Four Looking from Burgess Pass to Mount President.
First Day—Motor or ride to Wapta Camp.   After lunch,
ride to Lake O'Hara Camp.
Second Day—Side trip to Lake McArthur, spending the
night in a new cabin and tent-camp on McArthur
Creek.
Third   Day—Ride   from   McArthur   Creek   down   the
Ottertail Trail to Emerald Lake.
Fourth Day—From Emerald Lake ride over Yoho Pass
to Yoho Valley Camp.
Fifth Day—Side trip to Twin Falls, spending the night
at Yoho Camp.
Sixth Day—Ride over Burgess Pass to Field, and motor
or ride back to Emerald Lake.
The  rates  for  these Circle  Trips  will  be  $10.00  per
day, inclusive of pony, food and sleeping accommodation
in either tents or bungalow camps (except for the Emerald
Lake day, which will be $12.00).
Mountain Climbing
The Canadian Pacific Rockies present to the
mountain climber one of the most extensive and interesting
fields of any easily accessible ranges of the world. Noted
climbers make their way thither from all parts of the
world. But let not the novice be daunted; there are easy
climbs aplenty for him to graduate from—on some,
indeed,  he (or she, in fact) can ride or walk good trails
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Page Twenty-Five Twin Falls Tea House.
almost to the summit, while on others a short scramble
will bring him to his goal.
It is difficult to imagine anything more fascinating
than to start out in the early morning, stepping in half-
an hour from the perfect civilization of a luxurious hotel
into the primitive glory of cliff and crag, winding waterway
and frozen grandeur, to spend the day among the mountains. With a blue sky overhead, the air soft with the
sweet resinous spice of the forest, and all cares left far
behind, one sees only beautiful sights, hears only wonderland sounds, and for a whole long day lives close to the
very heart of Nature in her most splendid mood
Page Twenty-Six
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Page Twenty-Seven Mountain Climbing, near Emerald Lake,
Other Canadian Pacific Hotels in the Rockies
Banff Springs Hotel, Banff.
The Chateau Lake Louise.
Hotel Sicamous, Sicamous, B.C.
Hotel Palliser, Calgary.
Bungalow Camps
Yoho Valley Bungalow Camp.
Wapta Bungalow Camp.
Lake O'Hara Bungalow Camp.
Moraine Lake Bungalow Camp.
Castle Mountain Bungalow Camp.
Vermilion River Bungalow Camp.
Radium Hot Springs Bungalow Camp.
Lake Windermere Bungalow Camp.
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