Driving Canada: The Final Countdown.
And then there were mountains. There isn't much to say about driving the final bit of Alberta and BC other than to do it (as many times as possible).
If you go:
Sleep in Banff. The hotels are expensive as all hell and not that nice, or rather not that nice under $400 - ah the peaceful balcony view of highway 1 - but it's so beautiful it doesn't matter.
Walk downtown and eat expensive chocolate made by friendly Australians. Eat brunch made by friendly Australians. (Everyone is from Australia?) Wave at cheesy toursists in love & impressively fit old people in expensive sportwear who look at you suspiciously because you are wearing matching skinny jeans, leather motorcycle jackets and mint neoprene.
Don't turn left.
Get really close to wildlife only to realize you are probably too close.
Stop at the glacier.
Climb the glacier.
Eat the last of your home made beef jerky at the edge of the glacier. Be sad about global warming because look where the glacier used to be, but also secretly happy because it is already pretty cold and isn't it August? Don't say this out loud - asshole! - but exchange it in a sideways glance as you zip up your wool winter cardigans higher and jam your hands into beef jerky stuffed pockets.
Try to stay in Jasper, but realize everything has been booked for many weeks because most people plan trips - boring! Also, $$$$.
Drive two more hours west to Valemount.
Realize every hotel is booked except the one with the worst reviews, an awful smell and a parking lot promising fisticuffs. Try to look down in this parking lot because danger! but really look up because fashion! All of the 70s denim. All of it. Plus motorcycles and probably hidden knives and hopefully beef jerky pockets.
Never be so happy to find a super 8.
Leave early. Veer impulsively for a River Safari because SIGN OF GIANT ROARING BEAR EVERY 5 KM.
Refuse adult rain jackets and opt - to the Australian's concern - for the children's model because camo, are you kidding me? No, you are not kidding me. Where is the movie for this wardrobe being made and how can I usurp the female lead?
See a bear, despite being told by multiple Australians you wouldn't see a bear.
High on black bears and waterfalls drive to the signs that now say Vancouver.
Fight crushing feelings of sadness as kilometers to Vancouver tick down because what do you mean I can't be a professional road tripper? Stop in Hope for gas because there is a town called Hope and you shouldn't be so sad.
Be sad anyways. Arrive to your beautiful new apartment. Eat sushi. Say goodbye to best traveling friend. Start new life?
All this to say: drive Canada. Ask everyone who's done it where to go, especially old people and truck drivers. Take careful notes, but go a completely different way because roadtrips are all about adventure, chips and talking to strangers. Promise to tell me about it.