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Published: December 8th 2020
Near Pumphouse Theatre
After gathering at the Pumphouse Theatre
parking lot, we fifteen walkers were immersed in the crackling, fluttering brown leaves of late fall - both the ones that had fallen onto the grass and those futilely clinging to the trees. Under a full sun, the river reflected vigorous blue, presenting a classic panorama of sky and water. The dappled light over the pathway let us forget the snowy cold of the past two weeks.
Our leader, Nancy, surprised us by moving away from the pathway, leading across 14 Street to watch kids swooping up and around in the skateboard park
. Innumerable times I have driven past the skatepark, but at 60 kmh, only tiny glimpses were possible. On foot, we had fun admiring the twists and tricks executed by people with bodies so much younger than ours. Lifting our eyes, we saw the glorious Mewata Armory
in full view, without the traffic obscuring the street side. All around, tall high-rises punched towards the high white puffy clouds.
Reaching Prince’s Island
, we marvelled at a swan stirring up underwater mud to reach munchy tidbits, accompanied by a muskrat and several coots which took advantage of the buffet. Later as we strolled along the wide path beside
Prince's Island Park
Weir to calm the waters
the Bow River
, Linda saw a small beaver posing professionally on a rock. We threaded through dog-walkers and families enjoying this natural treed oasis in the centre of the city. At the eastern-most bridge, we turned back towards our starting-point, filled with the scents of wet leaves, crisp fresh air, and gentle satisfaction.
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