Rapunzel's Tower or in modern vernacular, Room 209 of Jasper's German-styled Whistler's Inn, was quite the room to be rescued by one's prince.
He did not come.
A remarkably large room with mountain and city views, I stayed three nights, placing shirts and pants carefully in the third drawer down from the TV in a wooden dresser.
Usually, my stay is so brief in a hotel that I leave my clothes in the suitcase.
It's easier to remain packed that way.
Whister's Inn was located in the heart of Jasper, and
next to a lot of local action.
I was told of hot places to eat like Earl's at 600 Patricia Street where on the 2nd floor you get mountain views and the food that reminds me of California 
Pizza Kitchen, stocked with youthful waitresses.
Later, I went with my new friend Kimberly to Jasper Brewing Company where they brew their own beer, which I don't drink but I hear it's good.
Then yesterday, I met Brewster Tours at Jasper Heritage
Railway Station across the street from Whistler's Inn for one of the highlights of my journey, driving along the Icefields Parkway considered one of the most beautiful roads in the world.
We stopped at the Columbia Icefields, which I'll tell you about in another post.
Is it that I'm getting older or I've been on the road too long living out of a suitcase?
Yesterday I left my favorite blue hooded sweatshirt at The Fairmont's famed Lake Louise while taking this hurried photo since the Brewster tour bus only gave us 30 minutes to take pictures.
Quick!
And get a drink and tour the famous hotel!
Time to go!
I was still the last to board the bus.
The cost of taking Lake Louise shot was my sweatshirt seen earlier on Icefield Parkway at one of many glorious glacier-fed lake stops.
Look at the crowds one must negotiate anxiously, like changing
lanes on a freeway, in order to get a relaxed shot before Hurry! The bus is about to go!
This morning, I looked for something to wear and realized I left most of my shirts at the Jasper Whistler's Inn, third drawer under the TV in room 209, about a four hour speeding drive away.
Yes, this has been an amazing trip, yet traveling and writing every evening is crowding my brain and leaving little room to remember basics such as where are my clothes?
Where are my sunglasses?
Apparently, I've left an American trail through British Columbia and Alberta.
Fortunately, thanks to the helpful staff at Whistler's Inn including General Manager, Vanessa Hugie, tomorrow my clothes will be driven to Banff on a tour bus where a plethora of tourists will descend on gorgeous Alberta locations taking photos, as my tops quietly sit undisturbed ready for my next adventure.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
