Reading this comes with a warning. I have literally no idea what I’m doing. I cant spell. I can’t really read. And my writing is bloody awful. But.. my adventures will be amazing!
18TH TRAIL SHORTS, TIES AND A CUP OF TEA.
I’m wondering how people manage to live in a city like Calgary when there’s so much else to see just an hour away. Folk walking down the street, their heads down buried in phones whilst they’re on their way to the next meeting. All they need to do is look to the West and even from the streets of Calgary the Rockies are clear! Anyway whilst these folk are heading to work we’re sticking out like a sore thumb with big backpacks on and awful flip flop tan lines! Feels kind of embarrassing and intimidating when your in an environment that’s completely out of your comfort zone. How do you get on and off of a tram? How do the buses work in a big city?? How do you cross the street even? Feels like everyone is judging you all the time. I’m sure these city folk would feel the same placed in my comfort zone out in the expanse of the mountains surrounded by nothing but mountains, high crags and hungry bears. Maybe I’ll ask them one day!? Probably not. Don and Rita still putting a smile on our faces thinking about the pumpkin and chocolate chip bread loaf they gave us for our travels. That’ll keep us going for a while they said. MEC for some last minute supplies. Good chat with dad today, a belated HFD. Would love for him to come out here and see what I’m seeing, I know he’d like it. Maybe not Calgary but the mountains and rivers, and the wildlife too. Sat in good earth coffee eating away the time until Greyhound at 11pm. It’s now 3pm. Bags are feeling heavy already even without food. I think the new bag novelty will wear off pretty fast when I see how heavy it’ll be tomorrow with a week of scran inside. Bit of organising in the coffee shop. Making a mess as per.
Sat amongst the suits and ties, briefcases and MacBooks, im in my trail shorts, flipflops and a really smelly wind shell I forgot to wash before we set off – I think it was hot chocolate down the front if it. Doesn’t help with the minor ‘city self consciousness’. I f**king love it though, being a virtual hobo in amongst the Lacoste and the Gucci! Had a brief discussion about declination with Nicola before embarking on the biggest challenge of my life. Neither of us can figure it out. We decided on a ‘she’ll b roite’ approach. How hard can it be. Time will tell.
Highlights of the day…
Walking into the Greyhound Station laden with our bags, a double denim wearing, Jesus like beard wielding redneck pipes up and yorps, ‘those fishing rods you got there?’ to which I responded with a nod. ‘Think I love y’all a little bit’ he responded … I prepare to shout ‘fire’!
Message at the popsicle bar was one to remember for the hike ahead, ’embrace the unexpected’.
Arrive at Pincher 4am 19th June
19TH and 20TH. THE RAINBOWS BEFORE THE STORM.
I’m not talking about any old rainbows. I’m talking about 12 inch fin perfect bars of silver and green. Beautiful pink flanks and the most intricate black speckles you’ve ever seen. Our first Canadian fish on the fly! Apparently lots of the trout around here are much the same. That’s according to Gordie, Lauries partner; they’re the hosts of the campsite we’re staying at in Pincher Creek. They’re avid bird watchers and have seemingly adopted a pair of Great Horned Owls that reside in the trees near the campsites washrooms. The Veterans Memorial Campsite here is wonderful, and I highly recommend it to anyone staying in the area. I think I’ll even miss the hooting of the owls.
So the 4am pitching the tent turned out ok, nice and tucked away in the corner of the campsite, next to the river and beneath the canopy of the trees…. On the mother of all ants nests. Seriously I rekon this is some some sort of hero nest. They roam around in packs it’s quite intimidating. They’re not all that bad really, maybe they’re just serving as a reminder of the trials that lie ahead; like the weather forecast for our first 3 days of hiking. I think the phrase ‘risk of thunderstorms’ is mentioned no less than 4 times along with a grarly lightening symbol. Never mind it’s not like we’re heading up into the mountains…
I shan’t bore you with the delights of shopping in Walmart but 2kg of assorted nuts, a s**t tonne of chocolate, and the odd packet of Mi Goreng later, we’re pretty much ready to go.
A final safety inspection from Mother Hallam confirms my fears, I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing for the next 2 months, a good luck chat from a few others helps a bit, and we’re off.
Still not a clue what declination is.
As expected new bag novelty is now gone.
Let’s hope there are no storms after the rainbows!
21ST The Beginning – Twin Bute to Yarrow Basin.
The first of 60 days of adventure. The first section, Twin Bute to Coleman. 7 days. There will be regular updates on my Facebook page, GPS coordinates for where we get to each day and maybe a photo or two. Report on the 29th ish….