For the third summer in a row, I visited my Dad for a few days while he was on one of his crazy 6-week road trips. This year, my brother was preparing to be a Dad himself, so he stayed home.
My Dad spent most of the trip in a 1950 Ford Woody pulling a 1947 teardrop trailer, but transmission trouble forced him to send the Woody to a shop for repairs and rent a truck for the duration of the week that I was visiting.
We spent the first few days in Banff National Park, then took the Icefields Parkway up to Jasper to close out the trip. I had spent time in BC and Alberta, but never made it to the National Parks. Like usual, I had high expectations for the trip and was not disappointed. We had our fair share of rain, but it never stopped us from getting out and exploring the snow-capped mountains, cerulean lakes and beautiful landscapes.