A lighthearted travel memoir, by a writer from Tessier, Saskatchewan, recounting an automobile journey across the North American continent in 1930 or earlier.
Here is a little flavour of the travelogue "... The Puddle Jumper was left behind and I went by train with Alice from (not Wonderland) but Edmonton, and catching my first glimpse of the Canadian Rockies, I was absolutely plebian in my nonconcealed enchantment. There is everything at Jasper - water, green water, scenery, comfort, ozone, golf, tennis, mule-deers and even the odd convention, and the service from the Lodge is so perfect that it is not unusual to have a bellhop stroll from behind a nearby tree while you are enjoying your early morning dip, and greet you thus : " Good-morning Madam, I trust you have spent a good night"
All the good looking university boys seem to congregate for jobs at Jasper Lodge in summer, and it is nice to be waited upon or driven around by these young sheiks. However, as this is a motor tour, let us go back to Edmonton, pick up the Puddle Jumper, cross the High Level Bridge at 109th Street out to 104th, which will lead us onto the Black Trail to Calgary. ..."
