“We don’t need an event here,” my snowshoeing guide tells me. “The park is the event. Every day.” He’s referring to Banff National Park, where we’re standing in a silent forest as dusk sets in. The snow sparkles all around, and the winter ice dazzles us with its crystalline beauty. As the solitude sinks in, I can’t help but agree with him. The area has a lot to offer, but the national park itself is what wins me over. It’s ice magic in Lake Louise.
I’m having a hard time believing that winter isn’t high season in Banff. It’s in the Rocky Mountains, after all, and winter travel is synonymous with snowy peaks. But even though everyone keeps telling me that summer is the main tourism period in this part of Alberta, I’m convinced it shouldn’t be. There’s so much going for winter travel in Banff that I’m starting a movement to reverse the trend.
British Columbia is bigger than it first appears. I used to think only of Vancouver when the westernmost Canadian province was mentioned, but every time I go I discover another destination worth visiting. On my most recent trip it was Whistler, but on previous travels throughout British Columbia I have found a depth and diversity I never imagined, and now my list of places to visit in BC grows longer all the time.
There’s something about the west coast of North America that I can’t get enough of. From San Francisco to Portland, Seattle, and Vancouver, the laid-back culture and good food and wine are the perfect combination for a great life. This is particularly true in Vancouver, where things just keep getting better.
I come from a long line of unemotional women. Both sides of my family feature females with less emotional capacity than bricks (and that’s being mean to the bricks). As such, I tend to avoid things that are overtly feminine or super girly. Which is why I’m a bit nervous when Destination British Columbia invites me to participate in a women’s ski camp in Whistler, Canada.
I’m a city girl. I may have grown up in a town with more horses than people, but ever since I left for college I have been addicted to the urban lifestyle. From Providence to Prague, San Francisco to San Diego, my city dwelling sometimes makes me forget important things like where my food comes from. So when a good friend in London found out that I was going to a wedding in Washington near her parents’ farm on Salt Spring Island in British Columbia, she encouraged me to travel to Canada to visit them.
When my brother got married last November my cousins and I tried to decide which one of us would be next. We all ventured a guess, but as fingers were pointed, each of us denied it would be us. The actual answer came sooner than expected; one of my cousins in LA got engaged and planned a September wedding on Lopez Island in Washington.