Another 1,000 miles down

After crossing the border into Idaho I crossed the 13,000 mile threshold. From Prince George to Idaho I drove through British Columbia and part of western Alberta. There were barely any straight sections of road as the hill and mountains deformed the terrain.

At on point on the Trans Canadian 1 from Banff to Vancouver I drove under a very large new bridge. This bridge obviously made the road much straighter and easier to drive. It was at least 100 feet high towering above the narrow river valley below. I would have taken a picture if not for the signs saying "Do Not Stop" (right before one that said "Prepare to Stop"). After looking up at this brand new advancemenr I glanced down to see the remnants of the old road, smaller than the one I was on. When I saw this I imagined my grandparents on their honeymoon in 1949 traveling the same route, certainly on the smaller old road. I wonder if they looked up to see the construction of my section and thought, next time this'll be a faster and easier road. Because that's certainly what I thought as I gazed up at the 3rd visible incarnation of this road. I've had the thought all over, I wonder how this looked 60 years ago. I imagine the trees and mountains are indistinguishable whereas the buildings, towns, and roads have certainly aged. While progress may seem like a continuum, change happens in steps, sometimes in leaps, others at a snails pace. I hope that my pictures and stories will give me a basis to compare the change when I do this again.