We step off the gondola.

Jasper, Alberta, Canada, July 1968. Our tour of the Canadian Rockies brings us to the top.

Knee-Deep Reunion

Waterton Lakes National Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1972. The moose takes a sip before returning to her duties.

Moving along the Icefield

Alberta, Canada, July 1968. Mom records our visit to the Columbia Icefield.

Her Own Distraction

Waterton Lakes National Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1972. Here's what the moose was looking at when we stopped to photograph her.

Testing

Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1968. It's good to practice.

Find the right spot, in three takes.

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Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1972. A Bighorn Sheep kid reaches her resting place.

Valley Reunion

Alberta, Canada, July 1968. We're heading back to Glacier after a short Canadian trip.

Ice-Field View

Along the Ice Field Parkway, Alberta, Canada, July 1968. We're nearing the end of our detour through the Canadian Rockies.

Waterton

Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1970. We've crossed the border, and we're enjoying the fancier side of the park.

Columbia Icefield

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Alberta, Canada, July 1968. We visit the Columbia Icefield during our drive north from Montana. I'm the happy traveler who's waving at the camera.

Roadside Distraction

Waterton Lakes National Park, Alberta, Canada, July 1972. We pull over to photograph a moose.

The Rockies in July

During one of our family vacations in Montana, we left Glacier National Park earlier than usual and drove north through Alberta, Canada, and into British Columbia. We made it as far as the Alaskan Highway in Mom's gold Buick LeSabre (with automatic transmission).

We had many memorable moments during this trip. Although many places were astonishingly beautiful, the spot that left me breathless was the Ice Fields Parkway. It's an impressive destination.

We decided that despite the beauty of the Canadian Rockies, we all still preferred to vacation in Glacier. So that is the spot to which we returned.

Logan Pass, Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Mom and I negotiate a snow bank. I wear my kelly-green, Ranger Rick Jacket. Mom wears a nose guard, as she always does, to protect against sunburn.