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Published: April 9th 2023
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About twenty minutes from Calgary, the Sheep River curls through the town of
Okotoks. With the spring thaw-freeze cycle aggressively underway, we strapped on our icers, essential even on paved paths. Since the temperature was slightly below zero, the run-off melt was slippery from ice accumulated overnight. In the lowest areas, what might have been temporary ponds in the afternoon were veritable skating rinks in the morning.
We strolled through the dappled sun of scattered aspens, poplars and evergreens, where snow still covered the undergrowth. A few birds looked at us, and a single Canada Goose stood proud in the centre of the ice-covered river. Several mallards swam in tight circles or snuggled on the stone edge of a tumbling creek, protected by tangled branches put there by human hand.
Mounted to delight passers-by, a number of small sculptures of comic heads were affixed to tree trunks, each labeled with goofy names by the artist,
Gordon Mackey . As instructed, Judy put her finger into the mouth of “Chiming Charlie” and was rewarded by a peel of unseen bells from the surrounding trees.
By consensus we took the return path that led along the escarpment, west of the river.
Chiming Charley
Public art by Gordon Mackey The valley spread out before us, almost abstract with the deep blue of the free-flowing water and the snow that covered ice and land. The stark colour of several bridges cut patterns into the view. And imagination or reality tipped the poplars with swelling leaf buds, a faint haze of green promising more to come.
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Herta Glimpel
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Sheep River
I loved our walk along the Sheep River loop that you so perfectly described.