In this time of coronavirus, Hubby and I have been sticking close to home, but we recently took a roadtrip, and it felt so good to get away. Coming from an area with infection rates of less than .09%, there was little risk of us spreading the virus, and as we always do, we followed BCCDC protocol while away to keep us safe.
I was more concerned about how the dogs would travel. Bella, in particular, has developed some anxiety in the car, even on short trips, and she wants to climb onto my shoulder to pant in my face. Not a great scenario for either of us. So, rather than have them on my lap, we devised a tether with their leashes, and strapped them into the backseat. They both immediately turned their backs on us and pouted.
Even after they got tired of sitting, they refused to look our way.
Georgie eventually started begging to sit up front with me.
When I ignored her, she climbed as close as possible to really lay on the guilt.
And I caved.
Amazingly, Bella, my hyperactive, anxiety-prone pup, relaxed on the backseat, and snoozed for most of the trip.
Georgie’s recently discovered looking out the car window, and she kept a close eye on Hubby as he pumped gas upon our arrival in Calgary.
Georgie and Bella adore the pillows on my son’s couch, and they took advantage of snoozing on them whenever they could.
I even spotted them snuggled together once when there was only one pillow available.
One afternoon, we took a nostalgic journey through my old neighbourhood. I grew up in a modest community called Southview. Our home was newly built when we moved there, but that was many years ago.
It astounded me, as we walked my childhood streets, how small everything looked (except the trees), how short and narrow the streets were. And what happened to the steep hill my house was on? The elevation is now barely negligible.
And around the corner, surely that street went straight down when I was little, terrified to ride my trike on it. Ah, the shifting perspectives of a child with tiny legs versus a grown adult.
The neighbourhood is still unpretentious, but I was happy to see how well-maintained the aging homes and yards were. After a couple of hours roaming around, talking Hubby’s ear off about happy memories, we drove across town to my old high school.
My graduation ceremony was held in the beautiful St. Mary’s Cathedral.
St. Mary’s High has had a facelift or two, but basically it’s still the same brick building I attended.
The view from the students’ entrance has changed a lot. Only the Calgary Tower is familiar.
As a teenager, I’d spent many happy hours on the CN bridge next to the school and along the Elbow River that flows behind it. The old bridge has been transformed into a lovely walking path.
I stood for the longest time on that bridge, looking down at the river, immersing myself in memories. Even the few not-so-good ones were fun to remember. I had an emotional lump in my throat when I walked away.
We drove through downtown, and I pointed out various businesses and landmarks still there after all this time. I would’ve loved to stroll along Stephen’s Avenue pedestrian mall, another place with fond memories, but because of Covid it felt too crowded for my comfort, so I simply gazed longingly as we drove by.
We spent a lovely evening exploring Nose Hill.
Hubby was surprised to find a hill high enough to have a view of downtown.
On the way back, we stopped at the Buffalo Rubbing Stone historic site. This large chunk of quartzite, known as an ‘erratic’, was deposited there by a glacier over 18,000 years ago. And, yes, buffalo really did rub against it.
Picturesque and uncrowded, the miles of paths around Calgary’s storm ponds are perfect for a stroll.
A week of nice weather and quality family time sped by, and all too soon we had to say goodbye and head home. Bella relaxed and settled in immediately.
Georgie, not so much. I felt bad, but made her stay back there.
The farmers had been busy haying.
Glorious fall colours were in full display.
Farmland segued into magnificent Rocky Mountains.
A little bridge at a rest stop in the Rogers Pass caught my eye, so we detoured to check it out. It’s a model of the numerous wildlife crossing structures along Alberta and BC’s TransCanada Highway.
Incredible mountain scenery surrounded us.
This massive raven came up to say hello. Or more likely begging for food.
Never one to turn down a photo-op, I had the girls pose for me. They’re getting much better at staying put.
When we left, Hubby didn’t strap the dogs, thinking Georgie might be happier. Wrong.
Over and over, she’d jump into the front seat, finally becoming so stressed, I had to cuddle her in a blanket to soothe her.
More majestic mountain views.
The colourful Kicking Horse River.
Between Golden and Revelstoke is the scenic summit of the Rogers Pass.
It has an assortment of informative plaques and memorabilia.
A memorial bell.
An old howitzer used for avalanche control.
Three Valley Lake, just west of Revelstoke, was particularly scenic that day.
This is Canada’s Thanksgiving weekend, and I’m so thankful we were able to safely get away to see our family and meet our new granddaughter. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!