As I broaden my horizons walking and mapping further and further out from the house I follow the Bow river – it feels like the artery of Canmore. The walking tracks are still icy in patches but well maintained.
It was in the fifties through the seventies that the thirty miles of walking and bicycle tracks and parks were established along the banks of the Bow River. Tracks are very convenient for a person used to walking on flat land like me.
(It is when I get to Wellington, NZ that my calves get a work out).
Wikipedia: Bow River. The name Bow refers to the reeds that grew along its banks and were used by the First Nations to make bows; the Blackfoot language name for the river is Makhabn, meaning “river where bow reeds grow”
I am hoping my walks today take me far from people. All I want is to hear is this old river.
The river is clear and cold and clean and glacial.
And at this point in the season a lot of it is shallow. It is not always like this of course. I imagine it will be a raging torrent during the melt.
It flows 587 km (365 mi) south through the town of Banff and east through Canmore and the foothills, through the city of Calgary, and on through the prairies to join the Oldman River. Together they form the South Saskatchewan River, which eventually empties into Hudson’s Bay.
This is an interesting and at times sad piece on the history of the river. I will see it differently on my walk today – with this new information swirling about in my head.
I love research – don’t you?
Apparently the bears are still asleep. That is good to know right?
Celi
PS I did draw the mountains yesterday, making me study them hard, which was in itself an excellent exercise. The drawing itself is a long way from finished but you can see where I sat and my view HERE. On yesterday evenings TKG Take Ten.
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16 responses to “Things things words”
I really meant to go back and change that heading! I read somewhere that the first line in the text is often better, so I was going to go back and use that instead and then I forgot! Ha Ha Ha! Not enough coffee!! There you are!
That is a working title if ever I read one! Sorry! 😂🌞
I like the title. I do many things in the morning before my words work. And it does require a cup of caffeinated something. So things, things, words – describes morning.
Oh yes!! Doc. Huh! So it does. Thank you!!
That’s great heading… sums up much of my social media/blog offerings 😀
Those are gorgeous mountains. I love the views with the river. It’s my kind of scenery! 🙂
it is endlessly beautiful. Every where I look – when I am by the river.
Ha ha – it’s a good job the bears are sleeping!
Thats what the ranger told me! So – lets hope there are no early risers.
You got to see a deer!! I love the bench that is a good place to kiss. I have viewed those mountains so many times, and every time I’m awestruck.
The article you included mirrors much of what has or continues to happen down here in Washington and yes, sad is an apt description.
I love to imagine what must have been in the minds of those folks who came from the east upon seeing the Rockies for the first time. Our Cascade range is beautiful but much is volcanic and those peaks are very pronounced among smaller formations. It is mind boggling to know that this range traveling all the way down into New Mexico is formed by uplift of the earth along plates that once crashed together and rose to feel like they reach the sky.
beautiful walk
Fill your ears up with the quiet, clean sounds of Nature, it’ll drive out all the negative rubbish that builds up in drifts in the corners of your mind. Or at least, that’s my experience. Take in the good stuff, whether by eye or ear, and the bad stuff seems a whole lot less overwhelming.
So beautiful, the mountains and the river! Takes me back to when I lived and taught above the Arctic Circle in Kiana, one of the three villages where I taught in Alaska, and looked out on the Brooks Range each day. I love what katechiconi wrote above, in that it is so true.
The horrible treatment of our native population was everywhere. It is sad. Beautiful country though, I hope you were able to find a place with only the sounds of nature.
Not yet! But I am working on it!
what splendid photos; I can feel the world slowly waking – including the bears.