I walk. Then I write it down.
I am Peg. I have lived in Banff since 1991. The mountain at the edge of town is part of the week, like the library used to be. This site is my notebook. It is not a booking desk and it does not sell tickets.
If you came from an advertisement, you are still reading a personal journal. Same pages. Same rules. I do not run a lift or a tour.
Latest from the journal
First snow on the peaks
A thin white line above town. The path was still dirt. Maple wanted to turn back at the first wet stone.
Morning light over the valley
The Bow held the sky for twenty minutes. Then the usual grey. I still count it as a good walk.
Elk on the path
Three of them, unhurried. We waited. The mountain does not need us to be on time.
The rest of the dated notes live on Journal. Practical habits — clothes, hours, weekdays — are on Planning notes.