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’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?
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
The Elbow River Pathway shadowed Glenmore Reservoir. When I ventured around the next bend a lure teased me from below. Like bends that tell me, just see what’s around the next corner, far below I caught sight of a bridge. I had to venture down the path through bare silver birth and snow covered ground to reach the walkway that crossed the frozen Elbow River. Continue reading Following a frozen Elbow
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
My daughter once lived in South-West Calgary so it was easy to explore the area on visits. She lived in a tasteful old building with an elevator that I didn’t think existed any more; one you had to yank back the door on before stepping into an antique interior. The elevator then clanked to the required floor after you pressed a Bakelite button. This elevator brought back memories of one of my first jobs in an old Brisbane building with a similar contraption. Continue reading South-West Calgary meandering