Here we are... 600 miles and just a few weeks from home and .... nothing.
We've been broken down more than days than not. My spirit is busted, and the only thing that hasn't gone completely tits up is Jeffrey's patience and ability to put up with my lack thereof. Yes, we are in the most majestic place either of us have ever seen, but it's hard to remember it's beauty when you're squinting through 7 constant days of grey rain and occasional teary eyes.
We finally said, "fuck it" and started spending money on having a good time instead of just RV repairs. We rented a little motor boat and explored Lake Minnewanka in Banff National Park. It's the largest of the park's lakes, and the only one that motorized boats are allowed in. We got caught in a sudden downpour at the furthest point of our boating expedition. Luckily, I brought my giant coat (thanks, NorthFace). Jeffrey on the other hand, got soaked... all while laughing and saying, "I ain't afraid of rain!" (I think we've both become manic in the face of anything 'bad' at this point).
In all the mayhem, we both missed our anniversary. I'm not big on those sorta things anyways, so it was nice that there wasn't any pressure around it. In retrospect, we did have a very romantic evening hiking along Moraine Lake, the "Jewel of the Rockies".
And like Canadian Mountain clockwork, the rain replaced the sunset and left us in a peaceful drizzle. The raindrops hit the surface of the blue water in such a calm chaos that it left us in a meditative state, wrapped in each others arms, thankful that we had one another no matter what. So, it kind of was a perfect way to spend our anniversary-- loving each other, just because.