I hadn’t visited this site in over a decade, and the last time I’d been there was not long after the disastrous Calgary floods. This visit was all snowed over and the trails were precarious though the sounds of birds penetrated the entire site. Continue reading Inglewood Bird Sanctuary
This hiking trail stretched from downtown Calgary to Inglewood before it changed into the Bow River Trail. By the trail, the Bow River was just a pencil line the day I returned to Calgary. But temperatures warmed and each day that pencil line stretched wider and wider with the surge of of melting ice bounding along. Continue reading Riverwalk Trail
I had driven along, walked crossed, passed Macleod Trail over the years without knowing much about who this main road was named after. But on a recent hike towards Calgary Fort, or what remains of the fort, I found a statue of the man on horseback who first worked for the North West Mounted Police before later becoming a lawyer. Continue reading The person behind the name
In 1891 Senator Lougheed organized the construction of a sandstone house and matching carriage house that was a mishmash of styles. Six Lougheed children filled the residence until one of the sons took over the family home decades later. But once hard times fell on the family, the home was taken over by different organizations until the 1990s when it was restored as one of the prairies’ earliest surviving residences. Continue reading A family affair
I’d crossed Calgary’s Fourth Street Bridge many times but ignored the sign to Elbow Islands Park. Last month, I finally descended the stairs onto an island within the Elbow River. Continue reading An inland island?
I headed to the Bow River while snow fell. I’d only ever walked the route by the frozen river during the warmer months. There were loads of hikers, and in spite of the below zero temperature, even a couple of crazy joggers in shorts. No thanks. I had my scarf, toque, thick jacket and winter boots. Continue reading A -4 city hike
Over the pedestrian bridge that stretched across the Elbow River, I left the Elbow River Pathway by Glenmore Reservoir and entered Weaselhead Provincial Park. During a summer some years back, I’d visited this park. In the depths of winter however, it was unrecognizable. Continue reading An accidental return to Weaselhead Provincial Park