Departure Lake Louise Village A July morning. Though summer had arrived, the crisp mountain air still carried the lingering chill of the night. A thick veil of clouds draped over the peaks, casting a subdued silence over the land. Stepping…
Departure – From Golden to Banff At 2 AM, I boarded the Rider Express bus in Golden. The world outside was a vast expanse of darkness, broken only by the occasional glimmer of headlights tracing the curves of the road.…
Under Blue Skies – Kicking horse The sky is clear today, and as I open my window, I see that far off, the peak of Kicking horse Mountain remains cloaked in an unyielding blanket of white snow, its surface dazzling…
Go to Lake Louise The wheels gently rolled over the winding mountain road, and our journey through Banff had become a thing of the past, yet its echoes lingered deeply in our hearts. As we made our way west toward…
In late April, as Banff awakened to spring, I took the gondola up Sulphur Mountain, marveling at the panoramic views of the Bow River, Cascade Mountain, and Banff Springs Hotel. The melting snow revealed stunning contrasts of color, creating an unmatched natural palette. Venturing beyond town, I explored the serene lakes and trails, embracing Banff’s breathtaking beauty. However, I regretted not choosing to stay and experience life in this remarkable place. Banff is not only a scenic destination but a paradise for working holiday travelers. For those seeking adventure, don’t hesitate—seize the opportunity before it slips away.
On a routine night, I looked up to find the sky illuminated by flowing, silent lights—an aurora, unexpectedly appearing. Capturing the moment with my camera, I called a friend, and together we drove to a remote valley, free from city lights. The aurora shimmered in blue, green, and purple, a cosmic dance caused by solar storms and Earth's magnetic embrace. Though fleeting, this night felt eternal, a rare miracle etched in memory. The light, like time itself, drifted and scattered, yet remained—an everlasting glow in the vast, silent sky.
A story about a ski trip to Kicking Horse Mountain in Golden, Canada. The protagonist, a beginner skier, repeatedly falls but learns to enjoy the process, embracing the essence of travel. From gazing at the snowy landscape from the gondola to savoring hot chocolate and poutine at the mountaintop, every moment becomes a cherished memory. Capturing the breathtaking scenery with a large-format film camera, they realize that some emotions cannot be recorded. As winter nears its end, they reflect on how travel mirrors life—filled with challenges and discoveries—and wonder what the next journey will bring.
Winter in Golden is enveloped in silence, with only the calls of ravens and the distant rumble of freight trains breaking the stillness. Beneath the frozen Kicking Horse River, water continues to flow, just as the town’s history persists beneath the snow. A century ago, amidst the Qing Empire’s turmoil, displaced laborers arrived, building railways and bridges, only to be buried in the frozen ground. Without tombstones, their stories survive in the sound of passing trains. As spring melts the snow, hidden memories emerge once more, reminding us that history, though covered, is never truly erased.
I traveled to Golden, Canada, for a restaurant job, lured by promises of free meals, housing, and beautiful scenery. Reality differed—unpaid overtime, labor law violations, and poor transportation. Yet, amidst the hardships, the breathtaking snow-covered landscapes and quiet nights brought moments of peace, making the experience deeply memorable.
