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Published: November 5th 2016
Rather than take the bus to town
, we decided to walk along the woodland and riverside path. The estimate of half an hour was off by 100%! (MISSING)I should have known, because the estimate was from the guide who was off by by the same amount yesterday. Nevertheless, even with a definite chill in the air, the walk was both pleasant and invigorating. The route took us to the Old Fort Point, visited on our hike yesterday, over the bridge across the Athabasca River
and along a well-maintained bike and walking path. The woods were soft with moss accented by a few rusty leaves and bright red berries.
Crossing the highway into Jasper was easy – little traffic and a pedestrian walk signal. A train engine was idling in the not-too-distant station, but we hazarded the level crossing. (On our way back, it was still idling.) Little drops of rain made us apprehensive of more, with low clouds draining off the mountains into the valley. Our shopping was desultory. We went in a single store, only because it was selling beautiful art pieces and attractive jewellery and scarves. As we finished looking at one block and were coming around to walk
Proud of their new home
the other way, the rain became persistent and solidified into light snow.
Tim Horton’s became our refuge, as for many others. Seats were hard to find. Fortunately, I happened to read the local newspaper Joyce had found and discovered that Jasper had just opened a new library
. With the clouds lifting and the sidewalks drying, we walked about three blocks to a wonderfully modern, imaginative building that housed the library, an art gallery, and reportedly the town offices. The library looked as good as the newest branches in Calgary, with lots of windows, nooks for reading, and golden wood tables for study. From the second floor we saw the magnificent range of mountains north and east of the valley, softly yet brightly lit by the western afternoon sun.
All the way back on the path we were thrilled by the layers of clouds in front of multi-faceted peaks picked out in crystal light. The nearby ponds and the river were mirrors for the evergreens and late orange bushes. A bull elk and a mare were grazing near the pond, oblivious of our passing (and photo taking). Ducks (gold eye?) dove into one pond, creating concentric ripples on the
still surface reflecting the deep blue sky and brilliant white clouds. Sun dappled the woods, warming our hearts in the rapidly cooling air.
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