Last September, Brice and I took a short road trip to the Canadian Rockies. Brice had driven through on a couple of occasions, but I had never been East of the Okanagan (on the road anyways). A week break between two jobs turned out to be the perfect occasion to load the car with our camping gear and head to the Rocky Mountains.

Despite our best efforts, we rarely manage to get up and going early – except if we’ve made a commitment to meet with other people. On the first day of our trip, we hit the road around 9am, a pretty late start by adventurer’s standards, but we’ve long ago decided that rather than worry about getting an early start and rushing through the door, we would take the time we needed – the road and everything on it would still be there.

We drove for almost 8 hours on that first day and reached Mount Revelstoke National Park in the late afternoon. We still had a few hours of daylight, enough to go for a 14k return run up to Miller lake.

It was September 13, and already the air was pretty crisp at sunset, but still comfortable enough to run in shorts and t-shirt.

We got to the lake just in time to see the last rays of sunshine hit the base of the mountains around it, and ran back down as dusk settled.

It was dark when we got back to the car, but we were pretty happy to have been able to fit a good shake out run after spending 8 hours in the car. 

We had diner in Revelstoke then decided to drive and extra hour east, to camp in Glacier National Park.