Jasper, Alberta
Water
A herd of elk came into our purview, while ground squirrels (black tail prairie dog) poked their heads out of their holes, mostly to see what we could offer them in the form of food. These creatures kept us company at the Marmot Meadows Campsite. We also caught glimpse of a black bear who entertained tourists simply by his very presence. European tourists just go nuts when they see Canadian wildlife, but they’re not the only ones. Canadian city slickers also go into a frenzy clicking their cameras.
It really was a day of wetness. The boys tents and their contents; cots, blankets, pillows, clothes, got drenched. It warranted a trip to the laundry mat. The place was already full, but with our entrance, 25 or so wild young folks, I’m the oldest, the place was completely packed.
In general, on a day of rain, or whether it be high winds, Indra dynamics becomes a reality. Still, water was not enough to intimidate. The big draw or attraction for the day for our bus crew was a swim and Radium Hot Springs, surprisingly done inside. By day’s end my legs became antsy for something outdoor. For a challenge I took to the downward road from mountain high down to the direction of Yellowhead Highway. There in raingear I tread, dodging the hefty currents of water coming down as rivulets on the asphalt.
I took these waves of downward water as a tax by maya, illusion. I was most alert, yet anything to avoid wet socks. Surely my chanting was evermore sharp as opposed to the more casual approach taken when sitting on the front seat of our bus. A small ounce of austerity or inconvenience imposed on the self always goes a long way to contributing to the life of a monastic. It happens to occur right here on the road, once again.
May the Source be with you!
6 KM
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