On a sunny summer afternoon, we hiked over the Bow River to St Patrick’s Island. The water rushed like a torrent higher up the banks of the island than usual. Wild flowers fluttered in the breeze as we made our way along the trail. Continue reading Over the Bow to St Patrick’s Island
With the Bow River on one side and the end of Chinatown on the other, Sien Lok Park sat on a slightly quieter section of downtown Calgary. Continue reading Sien Lok Park
I grew up where seasonal changes were mild; it was either warm and rainy or cool and dry. I believed there was a vast difference between the seasons even though plants flowered all through the year. Continue reading The Summer Bow River
I hadn’t been up to the Calgary tower in over ten years and all I remembered was the transparent floor where people stood to take a selfie. Me, I wasn’t going to stand on that see-through floor as if I was floating on air. I didn’t need that sick feeling rushing through me from way up. Continue reading Over Calgary
I was hoping to see the river frozen over but winter was just beginning this trip. Pieces of ice floated down stream as I made my way along one of the many walkways along the Bow River. Continue reading Calgary’s Bow River
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been to Calgary to visit my daughter. During those visits, I’ve walked every regional park on the outskirts of the city, followed the Bow and Elbow River trails and gone to the Badlands.
This visit, I hung around the city since my daughter moved to the north of the river where it was just a walk across the pedestrian bridge to get there. Continue reading Calgary’s +15
The Bow and Elbow Rivers gurgle through neighbourhoods like old friends. Only when the snow melts from the Rockies, does the water level rise and every decade or so, dramatically. Continue reading Calgary’s floods