Elsa and Britta wondered what was going on when three steps into our first stroll around town, the stroller folded up into it's stowing position, with both Elsa and Britta still in it. Actually, Elsa was quite entertained, but Britta was much more aware that something was wrong as her bum began skidding on the ground.
It was nothing that a warm latte couldn't fix - not for the girls, but it calmed mom's nerves. The Johnston's Canyon walk was no easier, as we arrived amid swarming packs of Eurasian tourists with ice axes clipped to their belts and crampons on their shoes. We made it halfway to the lower falls along a pathway that looked like a hilly speedskating track, and then decided that we loved our children. So, we turned back and went for more coffee. Another victory!
Coffee is better with food so we found a restaurant filled with bearded men who wore their hair in a bun. Was it run by a religious cult? Maybe, maybe. We had a phenomenal pizza, though. Actually, the bun-wearing bearded hipsters became our gauge of the quality of food in the Canmore restaurants. Many hipsters = great food.
In addition to the eating, the girls found the pool-side life to be to their liking. All in all is was a great break!
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