There's nothing better than waking up in a tent in Glacier National Park in winter, covered in morning dew, smelling like campfire from the night before. Mornings like these remind me of when I was a child, and when my grand parents used to take my little brother and I camping when we would visit for the summer.
After 11.5 hours of driving in our ROAMERICA campervan, we pulled into a gas station on the west side of Glacier National Park. It had been a while since we stopped so we were both eager to get out of the car. We pulled into a gas station to refuel the car and ourselves in preparation for the drive to our campground. We got gas, some souvenir patches and continued driving on our route into the park.
Up until now, I had only visited Canada one other time. It was last year, around this same time, when I had made an extended trip to the east coast to visit a bunch of friends. During one of the weekends I was there, we made a trip to Toronto. As wonderful as that adventure was, this is not the time for that story. This is a story about one of the most beautiful national parks I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting; Canada’s first national park, Banff National Park.