Wildflowers
There is a meadow in front of the visitor centre and WOW! There are so many wild flowers. Although I've been tempted to pick these flowers and make a nice bouquet on my table I was reminded by this poem why we should not pick flowers in a park:
For All To Enjoy
Once upon a time there was a flower named Mark,
who grew happily in a field at Mt. Robson Park.
Once day a person happened by,
and spotted Mark out of the corner of her eye.
"This would look great on my table" the person did say,
and ripped poor Mark from the ground and whisked him away.
Now Mark could only be seen by a few,
and could no longer be enjoyed by me and you.
In his new home Mark quickly withered and dried,
he was then thrown in the trash where he broke down and cried.
So for all you folks visiting this protected land,
you know why it is illegal to take flowers in hand.