Trip four — the last warm‑up before the big adventure — and this time we were Waterton‑bound. We couldn’t snag a spot in the town campground, but we landed at Crooked Creek, which is only seven minutes up the road and, honestly, just as handy.
Leaving at 6:30 p.m. wasn’t exactly ideal, and rolling into the campground after dark added a whole new level of “fun” to backing in the trailer. We didn’t arrive until 10:30 p.m., and with quiet time starting at 11, the pressure was on. The truck is amazing, but you don’t realize just how many bells, whistles, beeps, alerts, and dramatic warnings it makes until you’re trying to back in quietly. Stealth mode is… not its strength. Hopefully the neighbours will forgive us.
Waterton itself was fantastic, as always. The weather was cool but bright and sunny — one of those classic mountain days where you go from a coat to a t‑shirt in about three minutes. It’s impossible not to love the place.
Not a bad view for your morning coffee…
Frank slide where the mountain fell… Frank Slide – Wikipedia
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