Lake Agnes Teahouse
The Irish Breakfast tea would have been good anywhere, there was no doubt about that, but what made it exceptional that sunny June day was the environment in which it was being consumed. Was it the log construction of the building? The nearby ice-dotted lake? The green expanse of pines falling away endlessly to the valley below? All were essential tones in the symphony of the moment.
I took another sip. Delicious.
I was at the Lake Agnes teahouse in Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada. There was only one way to get to the teahouse: a 2.5 mile hike up 1200 vertical feet from azure Lake Louise.
It wasn’t a particularly humbling ascent — many old people, overweight people, and old overweight people made it — but the measure of difficulty added immensely to the teahouse experience. The tea became more than a beverage. It transformed into a reward, a celebration of a climb conquered.
The Lake Agnes teahouse has been around in one form or another for about a century. All of the supplies for the surprisingly extensive menu are hiked up by the staff or provisioned by an occasional helicopter drop.
I picked up my cup and strolled inside the building. There, I found a kitchen and a small seating area. The sweet aroma of fresh cookies filled the interior; baking was done on-site. The chipper staff of twentysomethings gave everything a lively air, and they were more than happy to dispense good hiking advice in addition to good eats.
It was a delightful change of pace from the resort environment of Lake Louise.
I returned outside to my table on the porch, the better to enjoy the view and the pleasant weather. It was still early in the morning and the breeze slightly cool, making the warm rays of the sun welcome teammates to my hot beverage.
The hordes of late-sleeping tourists had yet to attempt their ascents of the trail. Just a dozen customers were leisurely soaking in the experience with me. Smiles and relaxation ruled.
As I munched on an oatmeal-raisin cookie and sipped on my tea (brewed from full-leaf loose leaves), I noticed my table neighbors paying with US currency, something then allowed by the teahouse at the generous rate of par.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Minnesota” they said.
The couple turned out to be Erik Aus and his wife Sue. Erik was the successful recently retired head coach of the Centennial High School boys hockey team, a tenure that included a state championship in the mid-aughts. They hailed from Lino Lakes, just a few miles from Fridley, where I had begun my journey.
I chuckled at my luck of running into other Minnesotans in a remote part of Canada. Another sip of tea was in order. Delicious tea.
Actually, there are FOUR ways to get to the Lake Agnes Teahouse… well, maybe three and a half. The way up from Mirror lake splits into two. You can also get there from the other side of the “Big Beehive” (from the Plain of Six Glaciers trail) and you can also get there from Goat Pass above the far end of Lake Agnes