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Leaving Calgary

Leaving Calgary

I lost a day. Holly and Caroline went off to work on Tuesday and I stayed home to do some writing and work that needed to be done. When I looked up, Holly was walking through the door. I had spent a day with my nose poked into my papers and didn’t even notice a beautiful Calgary day passing. Even with all of those hours, I didn’t finish a proposal I was supposed to be doing or an article I am writing. Maybe I am just not ready to be thinking of the winter when these things will happen. Holly is great company. We spent the evening eating ice cream covered in cherry sauce and talking about dreams. The time flew. Thanks again for sisters. I enjoy having one and I sure love meeting the sisters of my friends.

The land changes drastically near Drumheller

The land changes drastically near Drumheller

Wednesday morning I headed off to Drumheller to see the home of the dinosaurs. About 20 minutes into my drive I reached into my purse for my camera and realized that it wasn’t there. I pulled over to the side of the road and dug through my stuff frantically. I really wasn’t feeling like heading back into Calgary. They sure make things small these days. It had fallen to the bottom of the waist pouch. I started breathing again and pulled back onto the road right behind two over sized trucks taking a house somewhere. The darn thing took up both lanes and the traffic moved slow. It didn’t matter, I was enjoying watching the flat land become rolling hills. I really don’t like the 100 and 110 speed limit when I am sight seeing. I would rather go slower. When I am in a hurry it is OK but I am seldom in a hurry these days.

A few of the little bones found in that land.

A few of the little bones found in that land.

I did love the Royal Tyrrell Museum with all of it exhibits of the life that came before us. As I watched parents with their children, I had a flash from the past. There was a little girl afraid to walk into the dinosaur gallery where it was dark and there were realistic sound effects. Her brother was rolling his eyes and her mother was pleading with her to reconsider. She just howled louder, stopping the whole line up. I remember trying to get Desiree to go into the Royal Ontario Museum’s dinosaur exhibit, with Christopher eagerly racing ahead. She was convinced that there were girl eating animals in there and she was not going in. I felt that mother’s pain as her son complained bitterly and her daughter screamed in terror although in the end, after the flash of nostalgia, I kept thinking how much fun it would have been to have the kids with me. My favorite part of the visit was the walk around the outside trail, seeing the land formations and where bones had been found. It pulled at the part of me that has always wanted to go on a archeological dig, although I think I may be just a bit too impatient to dig with a paint brush.

Hoo Doo country

Hoo Doo country

After that I headed down the hoo doo trail and marveled ant the other worldly rock formations. Signs everywhere warned us about the fragility of the formations but people were climbing on them anyway, driving the one museum staff on site crazy. I guess that is why Stone Henge has been fenced off and the public has to view it from a distance. It would be a shame for the Canadian Parks to do that to this area because the best viewing is done quite far away from the road. I am afraid my pictures don’t do the whole thing justice.

I'm not getting much better at taking my own picture. Missed the hoo doo completely.

I'm not getting much better at taking my own picture. Missed the hoo doo completely.

Catherine had mentioned the Rosebud theatre, so in the afternoon, I headed for Rosebud. It is a very pretty town with a theatre school and two theatres, where the students can really shine. I saw a wonderful play called “Woza Albert” , about apartheid South Africa. It was very well done, energetic and emotional. I was glad I had come. There really isn’t anything like live theater. Then I headed to the campground that had been recommended. They were an RV park. The proprietors looked Vincent up and down when I claimed he was my RV. Eventually they let me in and gave me a good price because I wouldn’t be using any of their RV facilities.  Later I found that the park was almost half empty, but they assured me that I would not have been allowed to tent there.

Breakfast visitor. We shared some oats, I ate porridge, s/he ate some dry oats that had spilled.

Breakfast visitor. We shared some oats, I ate porridge, s/he ate some dry oats that had spilled.

I left this morning and enjoyed my drive through to Rocky Mountain House. I was here in the 70’s and it has grown substantially but still seems to be a friendly town. The parking meter guy told me that with Ontario plates, none of the parking times applied to me and he gave me a coupon for some free Rocky Mountain House paraphernalia. That is great. So many towns don’t care about tourists and will ticket anyone who is in contravention of their parking bylaws.  He was was a talker and we chatted long enough that I might have saved a few people from tickets.

Talk soon.

Downtown Rocky Mountain House

Downtown Rocky Mountain House

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