A view of the wide Kananaskis River from the Flowing Water Interpretive Trail in Bow Valley. This is a really pleasant, short, and easy walk with some fantastic scenery and lots of wildflowers. There’s even a beaver dam (but apparently the beavers were bunking down in their little log cabins out of the gloom on the day my hubby and I were there. I would have liked to see some babies, but alas). The trailhead begins in Willowrock Campground and is well-marked and worn. This is another good hike for young families – there is one section of wooden stairs, but they are not too steep. The stairs would make it tricky for anyone with mobility issues, but the rest of the trail is accessible.
I’m always fascinated by place names – and as I’ve lived here in southern Alberta for several years, I was familiar with the idea that the word “Kananaskis” meant “meeting of the waters.” But it turns out that’s an erroneous marketing gimmick – the real truth behind the name is actually far more fascinating and…well…bloody. Check out the historical account here.
Have you ever come across any “tourist” information that wasn’t really true? Isn’t it interesting how stories are altered over time (or depending on agenda)?
This is one of my favourite places to photograph: Middle Lake, in Bow Valley Provincial Park. I always love how moody this little pond appears, depending on the cloud cover – you can see another shot of it here, snapped when my hubby and I stopped there after an ice walk in February. These particular photos were taken earlier this month, during a fun, but rather wet camping trip in the Park. We tent, so rainy conditions are always a bit of a challenge. It’s really the clean up afterwards that doesn’t hold any appeal for me – we don’t have a balcony or deck attached to our suite, so I usually end up drying the tent in the shower, which means for the next few days, I’m scrubbing tag along spiders and beetles and other assorted creatures off of the walls and ceiling. Okay, that’s a lie – it’s more like I stand as far away as possible (another room, preferably) and point nebulously and scream hysterically while my husband cleans up the wayward travellers. 😉
Apparently the rain couldn’t dampen the spirits of a truckload of teenagers, who stopped to take a swim in the cold water as we were leaving the parking lot. The lake is a bit sludgy and wouldn’t be my first choice as a swimming hole, but the nearby Bow River was running too fast for a safe dip. According to interpretive signs, Middle Lake is shrinking every year and will eventually dry up to become part of the meadow surrounding it.
My brother spotted this impressive old specimen of a balsam fir just off the beaten path. Wonder just how long it’s been since it was a seed?