A Slice of Heaven
Ahh,Canmore. Banff's little sister has grown into a beautiful young woman.
Barely 3 steps from the deck of our rented house put us onto a little forest path. We took it one morning and followed it along a shallow crystalline creek reflecting the brilliant fall colours in its smooth face. Not a ripple disturbed the water. We came to the first of many benches (how very civilized) and found we could count the rocks in the water. On another day we might have lingered and done that but this morning, the air was crisp and more conducive to walking than idling.
The path led us into town where we blended in with other tourists wearing cameras and fuzzy vests. The locals were in shorts and T-shirts.
We found another path, this one a raised boardwalk curving first through marshes and then along another creek dotted with ducks. Purple mountains surrounded us, their fresh snowy peaks glittering in the sun. High above a plane bisected the blue with its arrow straight contrail.
Through a window we admired two stately bison carved from grey ganite. Their strength was captured in stone. How perfect. In another gallery an exquisite painting of a trapeze artist was captured as a flash of golden light. You don't see the person right away, just the colour. Then slowly, as the light pulls you in the figure is revealed, but just barely. It's extraordinarily beautiful.
We toured the Museum, a gorgeous building all wood and glass and concrete. It also houses the municipal offices the everywhere they have large black and white photos of interesting people who have made Canmore home. One large window has a huge Rotary display listing their club's projects locally and worldwide. I'm going to recommend we do the same.
Hans, whose keen eye can always spot an ice cream vendor, had earlier noticed an old school bus converted to an ice cream shop. We sat in the sun and enjoyed towering cones in the 20 degree sunshine.
Barely 3 steps from the deck of our rented house put us onto a little forest path. We took it one morning and followed it along a shallow crystalline creek reflecting the brilliant fall colours in its smooth face. Not a ripple disturbed the water. We came to the first of many benches (how very civilized) and found we could count the rocks in the water. On another day we might have lingered and done that but this morning, the air was crisp and more conducive to walking than idling.
The path led us into town where we blended in with other tourists wearing cameras and fuzzy vests. The locals were in shorts and T-shirts.
We found another path, this one a raised boardwalk curving first through marshes and then along another creek dotted with ducks. Purple mountains surrounded us, their fresh snowy peaks glittering in the sun. High above a plane bisected the blue with its arrow straight contrail.
Through a window we admired two stately bison carved from grey ganite. Their strength was captured in stone. How perfect. In another gallery an exquisite painting of a trapeze artist was captured as a flash of golden light. You don't see the person right away, just the colour. Then slowly, as the light pulls you in the figure is revealed, but just barely. It's extraordinarily beautiful.
We toured the Museum, a gorgeous building all wood and glass and concrete. It also houses the municipal offices the everywhere they have large black and white photos of interesting people who have made Canmore home. One large window has a huge Rotary display listing their club's projects locally and worldwide. I'm going to recommend we do the same.
Hans, whose keen eye can always spot an ice cream vendor, had earlier noticed an old school bus converted to an ice cream shop. We sat in the sun and enjoyed towering cones in the 20 degree sunshine.
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