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Published: December 15th 2022
A dozen of us started in
Mallard Point and walked to the
Sue Higgins Park, 8 km return. The pathway was sheltered by tall willows and aspens, still showing their fall multi-brown colours. A few evergreens deepened the palette with their sober hue. Near the river, shrunken red berries, golden dried grasses, rushing blue water and crusty white snow expanded the natural shades. To our surprise, we saw tiny new pussy willows, shades of fresh grey announcing spring.
Most of the
mallards had abandoned their namesake point. One family snoozed peacefully on an islet in the river. A few flew down the river looking for food. Only a couple of
Canada Geese strutted on the rocky shoreline. Swiftly, a flock of six swans sailed over our heads to an unknown destination. High in a bare tree, a
Northern Flicker trilled a long song, no doubt seeking a mate.
Our endless conversation wound its way back along the Bow River Pathway to Mallard Point, where we found a sufficiently frozen open space in the sun on the river bank to put our lawn chairs and eat our picnic lunches.
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View of Mallard Point 
Isabel Gibson
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My goodness. Did you carry your lawn chairs for the whole 8 km? You found a lot of beauty in what some would see as a nondescript landscape. There's something to be said about seasons that highlight the basic architecture of the trees and bushes. Your holey tree gives off cyclops vibes, with waving arms.