This was the first mountain I saw from the bus the other day from Calgary.
The novelty of altitude sickness has worn off. Strange dreams waking up
in a red tropical fever. Made it to the Banff Centre by taxi (because
of the weight of the pink horror). Whilst waiting sat outside in the
sun and read a MA Thesis and prepared script for the Linnaeus work, The
world has no shortage of things (the world of the Great Bowerbird).