Really just a walk in the park
We live two blocks from Fish Creek Provincial Park. It's one of the largest urban parks in North America, and stretches across the width of Calgary at the south end of town. It's a protected area and has limited access points, resulting in major traffic chaos at times for those commuters south of the park. (we live just north of it hehe)
Our Nissan dealer is south of the park.
My vehicle was in for servicing the other day and when they called that it was ready, I decided that I would walk there, through the park. I figured it would take about an hour.
Now you have to remember that this is truly a wilderness park. There are a series of paved and gravel pathways, and a handful of interpretive centres/washrooms, but other than that, it is left completely wild. It's down in a valley, and you often run into deer and coyotes, and there are the occasional bear and cougar sightings.
As I wasn't exactly sure of the route I needed to take, I decided to take the phone with me, just in case. I'm not entirely sure whom I would have called had I ... I dunno ... encountered a cougar or something. "Hello, could I have the number for Fish and Wildlife, please. I'm somewhere in the bowels of Fish Creek Park and I am being eviscerated by a mean bastard of a cougar. Please hurry!"
So I'm walking along, wishing I had brought a camera with me, because I have never seen the creek quite so high and so fast, and marvelling at the sinkholes that have developed along the pathway beside said creek, when I looked up and thought "hey, I don't remember the creek branching like that!"
And of course, as I got closer, I realised that this new branch of the creek was actually where the pathway used to be - the pathway that I needed to take. That's a picture of it up above. Imagine that with a three-foot wide speedily-flowing stream coursing along it.
I ran into a dude with a dog at the stream/path. His legs were about 7 feet long and he leaped over it no problem, and told me what detour I needed to take to get where I was heading. "You can't get there from here"
So I mustered up memories of track and field day, drawing upon my experiences in the long jump pit, made a couple of false starts, and leapt. And I cleared the bastard!
I was strutting around pretty proudly, when a senior citizen came along on his bike. I helped him pass his bike over the water and held on it while he attempted to forge the stream. This fellow had 25 to 30 years on me, and I just made it over the water, so I figured he was going to wade through it. And damn it, if he didn't jump the creek and made it, no problem. Kind of took the wind out of my sails, I'll tell you. But in my defence, I will say he was a very fit senior citizen.
Still though, I probably shouldn't have told you about this because now I just know I'm going to get picked last for the Blogger baseball team.