Road trip through Alberta

An 8 day road trip through Alberta with Travel Alberta

words and photos by Emanuel Smedbøl

The road to Waterton, Alberta

Wanting to extend British Columbian's knowledge of Alberta beyond Banff and the Rockies, Travel Alberta invited a handful of Vancouver's most influential mobile photographers to travel around the province on an 8 day roadtrip. Driving from Edmonton through the Prairies to Drumheller and the Badlands, to Waterton, then along the Cowboy Trail and Kananaskis Country to Canada's crowning jewel: Banff National Park.

We explored dirt roads and highways, tiny towns and bustling cities, turquoise lakes and deep red canyons, dinosaur graveyards and abandoned coal mines, wide open fields and rugged rocky mountains. We drank deep from the great variety of breathtaking landscapes and shared some photos along the way.

Scenes from Edmonton, Alberta Storm over Elk Island National Park After the rain, Elk Island National Park

EDMONTON

Landing in Edmonton, we stayed 2 nights on the hip and lively Whyte Avenue in the Old Strathcona neighbourhood. I had heard good things about the city and the neighbourhood more than lived up to it. Whyte Ave is the city's arts and entertainment district, with myriad shops and restaurants and theatres and festivals and farmer's markets and nightlife all packed into an intimate little stretch of historic brick buildings along a lush tree-lined street. It was very cute, very happening, and lent the city a rich and vibrant charm.

Nestled on the Prairie roughly 4 hrs east of the Rockies, Edmonton has a large park system, most notably its "ribbon of green," a 25km verdant river valley filled with lakes and trails and walkways. Dipping down into these lush valleys, it was easy to forget that we were surrounded by city. Another fun place to explore was the Muttart Conservatory, where large glass pyramids, a puddle, and city vistas provided hours of entertainment.

Nearby Elk Island National Park is a good place to see buffalo, and we watched in awe as the light turned gold and a looming booming big prairie storm raced towards us over the lake. It was a tantalizing taste of the wide open landscapes to come.

Glass Pyramids of the Muttart Conservatory, Edmonton Alberta Deep shadows at the Edmonton legislative buildings Edmonton skyline through the trees

The drive to Drumheller was mostly through prairie, dotted with ranches, never-ending fields, little forests, and old farming towns. There is something enchanting about driving through wide open spaces—the landscape spreads out before you, timeless, immutable. You can't help but feel humbled by the expanse of land and sky. Having spent most of my life in forests and narrow mountain valleys I found the wide-open feeling of the prairies to be thrilling. I'm not used to seeing so much sky! And of course anywhere with abandoned barns is automatically my favourite.

Exploring the prairies Leaning barns in the prairies Abandoned barns in the Alberta Prairie

And then, all of a sudden, like a jagged cleft cutting deep through the prairies...

Canadian badlands

T H E    B A D L A N D S

Exploring a lush river through the badlands, Alberta Driving through the Badlands Canyons and Badlands around Drumheller, ALberta

The Badlands around Drumheller are truly spectacular. I had wanted to visit them ever since I was a wee kridlet, having once seen them featured in a movie. They were really really neat. The hard clay has eroded into fantastical fluid shapes—its as though the whole landscape was a gritty Gaudi sculpture, each new vista more improbable, more shapely, more satisfying than the last.

But even better still were the Badlands in Dinosaur Provincial Park. There were dinosaur bones scattered all over! So good. We took a guided tour into the conservation area at sunset, where most of the badland formations are intact and it was just the best thing ever. It felt like we were on another planet. I highly recommend it to everyone for all time.

Drumheller is home to numerous ghost towns and abandoned mines. We didn't have near enough time to see everything, but dang, such a rich and compelling place.

Erosion at Dinosaur Provincial Park Sunset over Dinosaur Provincial Park City scenes from Brooks, Alberta

We were out and about exploring so much we barely had any time to walk around Brooks, the kinda charming kinda smelly cattle-processing town we were staying in. I snuck in a quick prebreakfast 6AM walk, admiring the old western, art deco, and Jetsons-inspired 60s architecture, and we were off! To Waterton.

One of my favourite kinds of landscape is where mountains rise up out of plains or meadow. The contrast between fertile flatland and roaring raring rugged rocky mountains hits deep, satisfying some innate visual longing I think most of us share. The drive east from Alberta's prairies has this in spades, and the road to Waterton is particularly stunning—there seemed to be barely any foothills at all, the mountains just rising up from the grassland like a vast barrier barring our retreat to the coast. As we approached the blue shelf of mountains a brief storm hit. It was perfect. The day was made.

Driving west towards the Rocky Mountains Juming on hay bales in a prairie storm Where Prairie meets the Mountains, Alberta

WATERTON NATIONAL PARK

Waterton is a beautiful and idyllic place. The lake, the mountains, the town fox, the deer that casually stroll through people's yards, the waterfalls, the stately old hotel, the red rock canyon, the wide valleys and towering granite, the bear-filled alpine meadows, everything. Waterton is subtler than Banff, quieter, but dang if it isn't just as impressive, just as gorgeous. The mountains here felt like giant, silent, sleeping things.

We milled about on the grounds of the grand hotel as a storm brewed down at the far reaches of the lake, slowly sweeping up the valley, obscuring the cascading layers of blue ridges behind a veil of fleeting grey. We zipped up our jackets and let the storm come.

Looking down Waterton Lake Friendly wild fox in the mountains, Waterton

We met up with local Alberta photographers Jeffrey Spackman, Mike Seehagel, and Chris Amat and did a couple hikes, first up to the Bear's Hump for an unsurpassed view overlooking the town and down the lake, then deep into the mountains to Goat Lake (Crypt Lake, our first choice, was closed due to lingering snow). Nothing compares to getting up into the mountains on foot. The slow reveal of the evolving landscape, the fresh mountain air, the pleasure and reward of being there. What a beautiful place.

Driving through the mountains, Waterton National Park Mountain reflections from the Goat Lake trail, Waterton Hiking in the mountains, Waterton Rocky Mountain Reflections, Waterton Hiking up the Bear's Hump, Waterton Sunrise over the Prince of Wales Hotel, Waterton

COWBOY TRAIL

The road north from Waterton to Banff was equally grand, with picturesque rolling hills and ranchland and cowboys alongside the road. There old beaten up classic cars, cute little sheds, abandoned train cars. We took a quick detour up Crowsnest Pass to Frank's Slide, where an entire mountainside slumped, burying a mining town in 1903. The rubble pile is immense, black and jagged and ominous, a stark reminder of the power of the place.

Driving the Historic Cowboy Trail, Alberta Abandoned shed on the Cowboy Trail Frank's Slide Old truck abandoned in the grass in rural Alberta The ever-rolling Prairies, Alberta

THE ROCKIES

Picking up some gas station sandwiches and a couple packages of Longview's famous beef jerky, we continued west towards Peter Lougheed Provincial Park and Kananaskis Country. The Rocky Mountains are beyond compare, rising up like a giant rocky jolt, barren, buckled, layered, many seemingly ready to topple over. We were already hours behind schedule due to the many stops and explorations when, just minutes from Canmore and a hot fresh dinner, the weather opened up with bright golden sun showers, rays, rainbows, pink and purple skies. We were pulling over every 50m and scrambling up hills trying our best to take it all in, oblivious to our growling stomachs and the disappearing day. It was nearly dark by the time we finally rolled into town.

For a unique perspective we headed to Alpine Helicopters the following morning, flying over Spray Lakes and the snow-capped approaches to Mt Assiniboine. So much beauty to take in all at once. The entire landscape lay before us like a map, spread out, sweeping, waiting.

Driving into the Kananaskis Mountains From Spray Lakes to Lake Moraine, mountains of Alberta The Rocky Mountains Helicopter ride above the rocky mountains The road to Moraine Lake, Banff National Park

It was hard leaving the Rockies with the knowledge that it was the end of our adventure and we were heading home. The trip had been spectacular fun. There was a lot of driving and we regularly pulled 16hr days on the road, but exploring and photographing such beautiful landscapes with a truckload of your friends is hardly taxing—its one of the most rejuvenating things I can think of.

It was a short drive from Canmore to the Calgary Intl Airport, but true to the spirit of the trip we drew it out, made it last. We stopped for old churches, for fields full of horses, for distant mountain views, for ice cream. Buy hey, it wasn't our fault. It's a beautiful place.

Old church on the Prairie, Alberta Horse posing in the wind Looking back to the mountains, and the end of our Alberta road trip

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