Bonjour Canada...

The weather wasn't at it's best when I decided to head out of Missoula, but hey that's Montana for ya. Just hang out and wait a bit and it'll change, hopefully for the better. On this day it didn't though, the cloudy rainy conditions stuck with me from Missoula all the way to my camp spot 15 miles from the Canadian boarder. Pulling over earlier that day to fuel up at a service station I overheard an older man going on and on about a meteor shower that was going to take place that night. That would be cool to see I thought to myself, but these clouds aren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Finally pulling into camp later that night in the wind and rain I set up the tent to bed down for the night. Walking over to grab a cold beer out of the cooler I looked up and seen the sky was starting to clear. Kicking back against my jeep and watching the sky for a bit the clouds started spreading apart giving me a nice window to look though to see the night sky that reveled billions of stars. Way more than what I'm use to seeing when I look up at the night sky back home. Keep in mind folks that I'm camped out in the middle of No Where, Montana- just me, some beers and bears!!! Being a long ways from any town there was no light pollution to cripple the view of the sky.
When I seen the first meteor shoot across the sky I was impressed with how long it took it to burn out streaking across the sky... Which was from one end of the sky to the other!!! Within 30 minutes one was shooting across the sky every 3 seconds. It was wild, I couldn't move, I just stood there with my eyes tranced on the sky watching this amazing meteor shower. Finally my neck started hurting and I saw that the clouds were moving back in. It took just a few minutes and the wind had blown the cloud curtains closed and the show was over. It all happened so fast I didn't even get to try and photograph it. I was kicking myself in the ass for not taking photos but, Hell, I didn't know it was only going to last 30 minutes.
I finished off my beer and crawled into bed, but not before I pulled off my final trick of the night and ran over my trusty water bottle that has been with me for over a year now. I'm not going to go into detail how it happened, it just happened!!! Bad thing is, it doesn't hold as much water as it use to... Good thing is, it fits in my back pocket very nicely now...





The bad weather passed over during the night and there was nothing but blue sky and sunshine the next day. Heading toward the border I felt a little funny knowing I was about to cross over into another country for the first time. After waiting in line for an hour I made it to the check point. Handing the guard my passport he kept asking me about Texas and looking at me like I had a horn growing out the side of my head. He then told me to pull around into the detaining parking and wait for him to get there. Shit, this is great I thought to myself... He came over and said the reason he was holding me was because I had something illegal in my jeep!!! Horseshit, I don't have anything, I replied!!! Laughing he pointed at the firewood that was in the back of the jeep and said you can't take that over the boarder with you. No worries, what you want me to do with it? Just grab it and set it over there by the dog pen, that happened to have a nice looking German Shepard in it!!! Good doggy I whispered leaning down to drop off the wood that got me in this mess. As I stood up and turned around the guard was right there with my passport in his hand staring me down with his big mirrored shades.

Enjoy Canada Mr. Hancock, everything checked out and your free to be on your way...
Thanks I said, with a big grin on my face...













The Canadian Rockies are a real work of art. Traveling along the 150 mile Icefields Parkway you're surrounded in all directions by 9000 and 10000 ft peaks that all seem to have their own personality and attitude. Glaciers and glacier fed lakes with their magical blue color are hiding around almost every bend. Wildflowers grow in abundance and a variety too and add a splash of color to every view you take in. While the freezing cold rivers cut and carve though the landscape with raging raw power like I've never seen before. Being out in this wild place I couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable. I also couldn't stop myself from wanting to go for a swim in one of these beautiful lakes. Maybe I should say I went for a dip because there wasn't a lot of swimming going on, I promise ya the water is as cold as it looks.
The Canadian people were very nice, and seemed to really get a kick out of my Southern accent. It's funny how I can only say two words and people know I'm a long ways from home. One thing that caught me off guard here was the high cost of living. A regular ole cheeseburger and fries 12 bucks, a 12 pack of beer 25 bucks, a camping spot in the park for a tent 27 bucks, a gallon of gas 4 bucks, but the view from my jeep along the Icefields Parkway priceless... It all adds up and adds up fast, especially when your traveling alone and having to flip the full bill... Other than the cost, the Canadian Mountains are an incredible place to see and explore...
I'll also add that being a man that lives on cheeseburgers, the cheeseburgers in Canada taste way different than American ones do. Don't know what the hell they do different but it's something I never did adjust to.





























The top priority of my mission to Canada was to walk on the Columbia Icefield Glacier. It's a huge glacier that you can pretty much drive all the way up to, take a short hike and you're at the foot of it. Walking up to it I was blown away by its size and how fast it's melting. There were signs everywhere reading "Extreme Danger!!! Don't Walk on the Glacier!!! Not being one to always follow the rules I couldn't help but want to walk on it. Jumping the rope a few of us ran across a melting ice bride over a freezing icy river at the foot of the glacier. Once across it was pretty scary walking on this thing, it was wet and slick with deep crevasses everywhere. After taking a couple of photos I decided to get the hell off of it and get back on steady ground. Back on firm ground I hung for several hours exploring and taking photos, it was like walking on the moon. On a search for cool rocks to take back home I made a breaking discover when I ran across a prehistoric cave man shoe. Funny how it looks like the shoes we have today!!!















After 5 days in this wild place I noticed that the sky was getting really hazy making it hard to see the far off mountains. Talking to a man from Denmark at a roadside lunch break, he told me there were several wildfires burning on the other side of the mountain range. Come to find out some were burning in the area that I was about to be heading into next. Hearing that I headed to the nearest Information Center and talked to some Rangers to see what they had to say. After talking to them I decided to abort the plan and head back to Montana.
This time I left my firewood behind at camp and had no problems getting back to the States.



I wasn't quite ready to head back into Missoula yet so I found a nice town tucked away in Northwest Montana and camped out on the out skirts of it. There was plenty of hiking, fishing, photography, and night life to explore so I held up there for 3 days. I've chosen to keep this place a secret, can't let you know where all my hideouts are!!! Camping there by the lake I set up a make shift office on a picnic table and went to work on photos and this Blog. It was a nice change of pace and was a good place to slow down for a bit.










On the way back to Missoula I stopped by the Flathead Lake Brewery. Whenever passing though this area it's a stop that must be made. The beer here is some of my favorite and what better of a place to enjoy a cold beer. Grabbing a drink I walked outside and found some big red chairs to hang out in at the end of a nice long dock over the lake. Sitting there I just reflected back on the past week and what all I'd seen and done. It was a lot to think about because I had to go back and get another round. Canada is one wild place and I can't wait to get back up there and see more of it.
Which hopefully will be early next summer!!!










I met and hung out with some very good people and seen some amazing land along my travels up there and back. I feel very lucky to be able to travel the way I have and it's nice to be able to share it with everyone...

Oh yea, The Icefield Parkway... No doubt, it's the Most Beautiful Road in the World...

Thanks for looking and reading...

David...

The Voice of an Angel...

I recently went to a concert the other night at the Wilma Theater located in fine downtown Missoula, Montana. Walking into the theater brought back a memory of last summer when I watched a sold out test screening of a movie called The Best Bar in America. It was the first time I’d ever set foot in the Wilma and my first experience there, Well, it’s one I’ll never forget. The movie was also one I’ll never forget, it reminded me of myself!!! Except the guy in the movie rides a motorcycle and I drive a jeep. It was filmed and produced by two brothers from Missoula, and was shot in bars located all over the surrounding area. Many of which I’ve visited and helped pay the light bill one beer at a time...

This time I was there with a friend to see Brandi Carlile perform, and at the time I had no idea who she was or what she sang... Hoping she was nothing like Taylor Swift, I was all smile when my ears heard the music and her voice. She’s far from a Taylor Swift. This girl’s a rocker, an amazing singer, guitar player, songwriter, and has a multi talented band backing her up. We ended up scoring these amazing seats in the far left corner in the front row of the balcony. It’s where the Mayor of the Town or the President would sit to see a show, it was top notch if I say so myself...
Anyways, midway though the show she did an solo acoustic set that ended with Somewhere Over the Rainbow, you know, the song from The Wizard of Oz.
People, never in my life have I ever heard such a more beautiful voice, from the very first of the song my eyes started to water up and all these memories of home came flooding though my mind. I thought of my parents working on the family farm, my brothers and sisters, my grandparents, friends, and the day we photographed my niece in her Dorothy dress. I found myself caught between memories and dreams of home, just like Dorothy. I’ve never had such a sudden blast of uncontrollable feelings and thoughts like that before. I think it’s funny how a song can open an door of thought that leads to memories of old times, places and people in our lives. A photograph is just as powerful and can cast the same spell over us too... Maybe that's why they work so well together, and have been known to cause smiles and tears all over the world. Let me add too for all my construction buddies out there that may read this, I never did cry!!! My eyes just watered up a bit!!!








You really should check out Brandi Carlile’s website and take a listen for yourself. Some of my favorites are Have You Ever, The Story, Closer To You, Dying Day, Turpentine. Hell, they’re all good!!!

That night lying in bed my gears went to turning at a little faster than normal. There’s not much more time before I have to head back to Texas, so theirs need to get to work on a few things. Rolling into Montana this summer I had a To Do List 3 pages long, most of the things on it have been checked off. Except for one of the top 3, my road trip into the heart of the Canadian Rockies! I’ve been dreaming of this for the past year now and was ready to set off. It can be tough to tear yourself away from Missoula during the summer, but it was time to get out of the city for a while to clear my head and explore the unknow. So over the next few days I packed up all my gear, pulled the pin, and got ready to head North along the Rockies into Canada to travel along what some call “The Most Beautiful Road in the World”, and no Boarder Crossing was going to stop me... So I thought!!!

Stay tuned, Part 2 is in the make now...