Alberta and the Three Day Snowfall

With Alberta brought one of the most magnificent and breathtaking drives ive ever had and what seemed very fitting first mountain climb for vanny through the rocky mountains..
Along hwy 93 through Lake Louise ran into an interesting character AJ at the gas station, after bringing up Rossland we discovered that we both knew Nick M, one of the guys that originally put the idea of a campervan life in my head with his amazing van at old 2121.
Arriving in Rocky Mountain House past midnight a covert scow of the local Inn located some rhino vans and pulled up to find some of the planters still awake chilling in the van, after a beer and some laughs retreated to the van and slept in the Inn parking lot.
Snuck in the backdoor of the hotel and ran into Nathan in the hallway, poached a shower and hung out with Sam and Jess at the hotel before heading to camp for step. A Rhino convoy an hour later found us in camp after a few wrong turns, along quarry transportation roads with wildlife everywhere and RV’s parked in the most random places.
Camp setup went pretty smooth, just finished before the rain came luckily. Big fire and many of beers enjoyed by all, those did we know..
Woke up with an impressive 5cm fresh Albertan moist snow, plants died from being outside overnight but nothing could stop me with snowboard in hand heading up the closest hill for what would be the shortest run in history..
A big breakky by Ian and Justin to heading into town for a checkout of the local attractions, which wasn’t a lot.. It was Sam’s birthday so we did abit of a bar craw from the Saddlesaw to downtown Also included eating pizza in the local grocery store parking lot. Another fire with many of relaxed but anxious planters.
Temperatures stayed low over the next few days, received an additional 7cm before things started to melt, creating two seamlessly endless streams though camp which the planted widdled boats from wood for boat races. The winter playground had now turned to a muddy snowy what seemed to resembled a 1980’s AFL wet mud pit, that my dad would know all too well.
The storm finally broke the third night and looked like we would start work the following day, and we all did to the relief of both planters and contract bosses.
Welcome to Alberta!