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blinding , blood-red light , which seems to shatter and reform , becoming the neon of the city .
That night , we compare notes . Don is bothered by a sense of disorientation , that he has become untethered from time . I tell him it ’ s normal on tours . I call it combat time — much of your brain is occupied with the same task , maneuvering the bike , but it is automatic , non-memorable activity . Then you see a flicker of something , a snapshot , a vivid image . An abandoned church and cemetery in the middle of a median strip , traffic hurtling by on either side . A restaurant in the shape of a giant fish , mouth open .
Above , left : Coming across Crowsnest Pass toward Waterton-Glacier National Park we caught a glimpse of this wind farm . Above , right : The Icefields Parkway takes you past glaciers in full retreat . According to plaques planted at roadside , a hundred years ago Don would have been under 200 feet of ice . And way colder than he is in this picture . Bottom : Run , come see what the river has done ! We stopped at the North Entrance of Banff Jasper National Park , thinking this was the best view the Icefields Parkway had to offer . We were wrong .