Writing on Stone: The Mystery of the Rocks

Writing on Stone Provincial Park holds the secrets of the past with the largest concentration of native rock art in the North American Plains. As hoodoos and cliffs hover over the Milk River the Blackfoot have a special name  Aisinai’pi – “it has been written.”

This is a sacred place where  The Blackfoot would visit for vision quests in which was the ultimate test of self-sacrifice for their creator.  It is on the cliffs and rocks young men would sit without food, water, or shelter, waiting  to be granted a vision of their destiny.

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As you climb the rocks and admire the views from the cliffs catching a glimpse of a swooping hawk pouncing on its prey. You can feel a sense of mystery of what was, what is, and what will be in the beautiful setting over the Milk River. The stories that unfold from the pictographs of great battles and symbols of change represent a history that was long before us.

horses a symbol for change

These carvings will be here long after us as time moves forward the mysteries hidden from within the sacred rocks.

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Many of the Blackfoot of high stature were buried within the cliffs watching over the river and it is believed the spirits are the creators of the carvings of the rock.  They leave small whispers and traces of the past that never will be forgotten. As time moves forward and we make that turn around the bend who knows what whispers will be left as our own mark to future generations.

If you had one symbol that told the story of your life – what would it be?

The Thirty Dollar Pie

As we drove to West Glacier National Park we happened to pass a small place called The Huckleberry Pie Patch which held the promise of really great pie!  After a day visiting MacDonald Lake, taking a stroll up the Avalanche trail, and admiring the water run off from the mountains.  My appetite was very large from all of the fresh mountain air and as we left the park I exclaimed “We just have to stop at that pie place! I never had huckleberry pie!”

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My husband “Sure! It will be great for dessert!”

We  stopped in at the Patch to pick up the pie and never thought to question the price.

The clerk looked at us “Thirty dollars. Please.”

My husband of Scotsmen ancestry looked a little pale as he forked over the cash knowing he could not walk away from a good pie or face the wrath of his ravenous wife.

As we stepped out the door he looked at me with his empty wallet he grumbled ” This better be good pie.”

I smiled with beaming optimism! I knew I had found a gem ”It feels pretty heavy and it smells good.”

We made it back to the camper and started cooking dinner for the evening.

The pie sat there looking at us waiting to be eaten.

I  poured a glass of wine and thought “What the heck?”

And cut a very large slice of Huckleberry pie before supper. It was good. Really good.

SO good that I had to have another slice after supper. The next morning for breakfast and an afternoon snack the following day.

It was after several days of huckleberry pie I came to the decision that you cannot really put a price on good pie! Thirty dollars be damned it was worth every penny!

What is the most you ever spent on a pastry? Was it worth it?

My Campfire Reading List

The summer I graduated from high school I went on a road trip with my sister to New York city in search of the perfect apartment before she attended Fordham University in the fall to complete her master and PhD.   We drove down from New Brunswick in a little white Mr. Bean car with no air conditioning in the sweltering heat that you had to park on the hill in order to get it to start, again.

It was an exciting time and an eye-opening experience for this little country bumpkin who had never taken a subway before or seen a skyscraper. The only advice I followed  on that trip from my wise teenage friends was not to look-up when walking  ”because you don’t want to look like a tourist.”

It was on that trip I learned to navigate the subway system, devoured pizza in little Italy, and attempted to drop a penny off the Empire State building. It was an exciting time for this young seventeen year old who got to look-up to her older sister.

My sister is now the Director of The Great Books Programme at St. Thomas University inspiring young minds to think harder and strive to be better in all aspects of their lives. I have great admiration for her and  am honored to not only have a fabulous sister but a best friend until the very end.

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As I  began to gear up for a great camping  season I realized I would be spending a lot of time in the wilderness  with many beautiful evenings curled up by the campfire.   It was the perfect opportunity to read many books in the silence of nature.

As I hummed and hawed at the book store over what to get I thought the simplest thing to do is make my sister compile a list for me. She has a good eye for Great Books!

“Can you give me a list of ten books to read this summer?”

“Any books?

“Yes. Any book you want!”

It is this list which I will be reading over the summer months and sharing my thoughts with you on every second Friday.

Baseball Books
The Brothers K , David James Duncan
Calico Joe, John Grisham

Scary Thriller
The Snowman, Joe Nesbo

Fun meaningful
The leftovers, Tom Perotta
The Goon Squad, Jennifer Egan

Literature
All the King’s Men, Robert Penn Warren
Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
Kokoro,  Natsume Soeski
The Ministry of Special Cases, Nathan Englander
Phantastes,  George MacDonald

I hope you follow along my reading journey and find one that you might enjoy too!

What are you looking forward to reading this summer? Will it be by a campfire?

Road Trips and Mapping Your Destinations

Ernest Hemingway once quoted “Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.” Road trips can be a test of love but they can also be filled with wonderful adventures.I remember as a kid sitting in the back seat as my Mother would read the map “Norm, you are going to miss the exit!”

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“What!?”

“The exit you need to take that exit!”

” You could have told me sooner.”

“You weren’t listening!”

I learned from those road trips that no good ever comes from driving two hours more to reach your final destination. My parents would then pull over to the side of road while my Mother tried to prove to my Father that she was correctly reading the map.

The only words you heard at the end of that argument were”I told you so.”

All of this occurred long before the arrival of the GPS with the  voice of Margaret Thatcher  sending us on course in the right direction. Maggie is what I refer to our GPS because she has a no-nonsense approach to forcing us to travel from point a to point b without going down the wrong road.

We are in the process of planning our first camping trip of the season with ten days on the open road. I look at the Google maps as I try to plot our course of action. But it lacks the same charm as a big open map sprawling across the kitchen table. I feel like a traitor to the old world maps as I plan our next adventure.

I also know as much as I howl about the map becoming a relic filled with romantic charm that we now frame to our walls with distant memories of the olden days.  The one thing I cannot complain about is that Maggie will guide us to our final destination without arguments and the occasional huff.  She will be our robotic companion to the open road in which we can spend more time with the ones we love conversing about the little things, admiring the views, and no one will be uttering the words “I told you so.”

Do you still plan your road trips with an old-fashioned map? Or do you rely on your GPS?

Keep It Simple

We were nestled in the back country over the Easter break with a small cabin, hearty fireplace, and a balcony which offered a view of the world.  On Saturday I took advantage of the warm sun and rented snow shoes for a rendezvous with nature.

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“What trail is the best to do?”

“Trail? Just go out to the middle of the lake.”

“Well, is there a trail?”

“Yes. But you should just stay on the lake.”

“You need to avoid the avalanche run-off and the other trail is icy.”

“The lake is the perfect condition for snowshoeing and it’s beautiful. Keep it simple!”

I slid on my snow shoes and listened to the crackle of snow beneath my feet.  It felt like the perfect morning  as I wandered out to the middle of the lake admiring the spectacular views.

I was alone in the silence there was no chatter in my head, no noise coming from behind, just the sound of the birds in the trees as the warm sun began to beat down on my face.  It was by keeping it simple, avoiding the ice, that I was able to enjoy such a peaceful experience. Sometimes the least resistance can be the best path to take on the unknown journey.

How do you keep it simple?

Dreaming the Day Away

My husband and I made a pact after staying our first frigid winter in Edmonton that we would save for one sunny destination each year. We vowed never to go through a full winter without  a break ever, again. The lack of vitamin D, staring at the grey skies, and getting excited over the weather going up to -5C is depressing.

It is enough to drive anyone crazy!

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It is with excitement I will be packing my bags for fun in the sun and lounging poolside enjoying the warm breezes of Punta Cana. I am also taking A Blogger Tip A Day with me. Since it is a 365 day project it means that there is no time to stop blogging.

The tips I have are wonderful! But many of them cannot go on vacation with me!  I will not be cleaning closets, organizing fridges, and hopefully not battling a pesky virus.

However, I would love your vacation tips!

  • What are your favorite things to pack?
  • How do you maintain a fitness routine?
  • Eating healthy on vacation – is it possible?
  • Is there a certain drink or food I should try?
  • What are your favorite activities and things to do on vacation?

Please share your tips with me in the comments or if you are to shy to comment please feel free to drop me a line at abloggertipaday@yahoo.ca.

If your tip is chosen your name will be placed  a monthly draw for a twenty-five dollar I-Tunes gift card. So get those tips rolling in!

What are your favorite vacation tips?

An Evening of Amusement at Old Orchard

Old Orchard Beach is that special place for kids that is full of excitement and fun! The neon lights at night shine to invite them into the amusement park   and the kids race to the roller coaster ready for the thrill of a lifetime!

Warning: One point in the evening  parents will get bamboozled out of cash on the fair ground games as the kids attempt to win that one enormous stuffed animal. You can warn them the games are rigged but they will never believe you!

It is at the end of the night we leave the land of amusement with bribes of one last ride on the ferris wheel, a slice of boardwalk pizza, and a deep-fried Oreo. We savor the devilish treats  knowing we will have to wait until  next summer to delight in all of it again.

I nibble on the cotton candy as we make it back to our suite, stamping the moments of my children’s laughter on the tilt-whirl in my memory, and knowing the evening was full of magic.

Do you have a  favorite amusement park memory?

A Sailor’s Delight

It is when I lookout over the water and the changing night sky it gives me clarity and peace. The moment I leave the  beauty of east coast behind to venture back to the west I feel a twinge of  regret.

I always delight in the beauty and the reflection of the water. A stroll along the rocks makes a restless night one of serenity.

I know the ocean side by memory the changing hues of color, the sound of ripples across the rocks, and the slow movement of the  moon as it begins to reflect across the water.

It is this knowing in which my heart  always stays close to home because it never forgets the open water.
Do you have a special place in your heart that brings you close to home?

Mountain Climbing Dreams

The past weekend did several small  hikes in Canmore  and came across several rock climbers on our journey. My littlest looked on with envy. He is always dreaming of the day that he will be climbing the side of a mountain.

I have had moments when I have hollered on the trail “Stop trying to climb that cliff face!  What happens if you fall?”

It is at those moments he will scowl, “I won’t fall! I’m a mountain goat!”

I roll my eyes with a sigh “I know.”

He then looks to me, “When will you take me to the rock climbing wall? I really want to learn to climb!”

It is with that I smile and say “Maybe next week.”

We drove home after a beautiful weekend admiring the views only to turn on the news to discover  two climbers had plummeted 100 meters to their death. My littlest looked on with sadness in his eyes.

“But they were doing what they loved…”

It was at that moment he realized accidents do happen and no one is invincible on the mountain.

Rock climbing is an admirable sport but it also has it dangers. So as my son dreams of one day climbing to the top of the mountain. I secretly hope that this dream will be fleeting.

Have you ever rock climbed?  Is it worth the risk?

The Circle of Life

As we wandered from thee meadow and into the marshland we walked off the trail to watch the ducks swim in the water. It was as I looked over my shoulder to the left I felt a cold shiver and excitement as I saw what laid only a few feet away.

I pointed to the kids, “Look!”

We walked over to examine the  Bison remains that laid before us. It was at that moment a thought crossed my mind that this was the first time I saw animal remains not within the confines of a museum but in the open wilderness.

It was there the remains laid untouched diminishing into the earth. My oldest wondered out loud, “What do you think happened to him?”

I replied, “I am not sure. Perhaps, he was sick or was attacked by another animal.”

The littlest stared in awe, “Do you think he suffered?”

“I don’t know. It looks as if he chose a quiet spot to move onward and rest in peace. “

It was with that we peered closer at the remains and noticed a small band of hair left around his horns. His peering eyes seemed to whisper that he had discovered a new open plain on his next journey.

We all began to feel as if  were lingering to long around the resting bison. It was then we moved back onto the winding trail.

As we moved forward we came across another meadow that was filled with life.

My oldest gazed out, “So that is the meaning of the circle of life.”

What does the circle of life mean to you?

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