Let me start off by saying, Canadians are the gosh darn nicest people around! Unfortunately our discovery of Canadian mannerisms came at the cost of Jeffrey trying to do innumerable roadside repairs. A house clamp here, a squeaky belt there, new alternator, steering and suspension check, carburetor tuning... When I asked Jeffrey if there was anything else he fixed, his reply was simply, "Not yet".
So it's been a bit of a slow and steady, bumpy start for us. But every single time, not just one, but several locals and travelers stopped to see if we needed any help. And they were quite persistent when Jeffrey would tell them he's got it covered. We were offered jumps, helping hands, tools, literally more than we would ever need! What a great community of strangers!
Rolling on, we traveled into the night, trying to make our reservation for Banff National Park. We foolishly passed a small mountain summit gas station thinking we would have enough to get her to the next major town. Foolishly, meaning we didn't. Not even close. We coasted to a nice trailhead pullout and stayed the night. The best part about having a home on wheels, is that every place you stop is as comfy as the last!
In the morning, I made breakfast while Jeffrey took the little truck into town to fill the gas jugs. Not the way we planned it, but damn comfortable for an emergency pullover!
Now we're just moments away from Banff and ready to park the 'ol Crust Bucket and put our legs to work on some of the gorgeous Canadian hiking trails. Till next time, keep calm and keep rolling on <3