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Effecting Change – Part 2

I recently celebrated a birthday but the changes that came with it are greater than those that simply come with age.  Two weeks ago, we sold our house. We weren’t ready for the move and it took it’s toll on us. Selling up and starting over was the only feasible plan. To add to the changes,  BB and I are separating and as I write this, I’m halfway towards my new life.  It’s not the life I would have chosen, at least not on my own, but it’s the life I’m going to have, so I’m dealing with it. I’m moving back to the town where I was born and raised and where the majority of my family still lives. It’s extremely hard but I know it’s not impossible. I hope it’s not impossible.

We packed the truck up on Wednesday and pulled out of Kelowna Thursday morning. BB is driving my moving van and towing my car behind; I’m riding shotgun, as usual (you don’t just walk away from each other after all this time, you pull away gently – but with all your stuff).

We made a quick stop in Banff where we had a private memorial service for our Skyler. It was very difficult being on the golf course, surrounded by memories.  When Skyler died, we were 3 days from moving to Kelowna and there was no time for me to grieve the places we’d shared – even if I was capable. I got to do that yesterday to some extent but it became obvious to me that the process is far from over.  We laid his memory to rest in one of his favourite spots, the ‘beach’ off the golf course where the Bow and Spray Rivers meet.


We spent the night in Canmore and it was lovely to see the Three Sisters again. And to know that the bunnies are still running rampant.

Day 1 knitting involved sock repair.  The sole of the foot had blown out and a simple darning wasn’t going to work. Reknitting up to the toe was quicker than I imagined.


Next stop: Regina, SK


So Much to See

As predicted, it’s not really Spring yet here in Banff.  Though it’s still sunny, things have cooled off a bit.  There’s been a lot of freeze-and-thaw over the past few weeks, as you can see here.


Both the Spray River and the Bow River look like an ice breaker has come through.



Roads are clear but trails are icy from the constant temperature changes and I really had to watch my footing during my walk this afternoon.  I did remember to look up every now and then though; you never know what you might see.  Here’s what I saw.


This lovely tree nymph was seen on the horse trail to Bow Falls.  If you know the story behind it (or would just like to make one up), I’d love to hear it.

What was new in your world today?


A Brush with Nature

No matter where BB and I have lived, we’ve had issues with water.  Usually those issues involved some sort of basement flooding.  We don’t worry about that much anymore since there is no basement in this house, but we do live very close to a river and sometimes things can go wrong.  Our neck of the woods received somewhere in the range of 50-80 mm of rain in a 24-hr. period.  Coupled with some extra snow melt, we ended up with swollen rivers and creeks.

Our house is about 15 feet from the river bank and it’s been a bit scary watching the water rise.  Even more scary is the speed of the flow.  I’ve been amazed watching huge trees charge down the river as if they were nothing but bark.  It’s stunning.  I’ve gone ’round town this morning to see what’s happening with the Bow as it winds through town.  Mother Nature is pretty impressive.

A bit of overflow
Bow Falls in Banff, AB

The river’s edge creeps onto the golf course

Bow Avenue, in downtown Banff, has been closed to traffic and some sandbagging has begun.

Maybe Banff should consider “Hippo Tours” (amphibious buses) for the next couple of days.

A little wet, but still a good view, with fresh snow on the mountain

We should come out of this all right.  It’s beautifully sunny today and rather cold, which explains all the fresh snow in the nearby mountains.  I’m staying in today and working on “The Shawl”.  I bought new needles for it.  Yes, I know I’ve only a few rows left, but I’m certain that nice sharp lace needles will make the knitting fly – and don’t try to convince me otherwise.