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Music in Mistaya Canyon

As we drove toward Banff along the Icefield Highway, we discovered a short hike to a canyon. The hike through the forest did not prepare us for the amazing sight of the Mistaya Canyon.

The slot canyon, narrow and deep is carved through limestone.

There are no fences holding back visitors from enjoying the beautiful sight. The wet rocks are dangerous, so I was cautious as I walked along the ridge. I felt drawn to the edge.

standing on the edge

I peered over the cliff to see the water far below. The water churned and crashed through the canyon. There were many potholes formed in the rocks over time, formed by smaller rocks caught in the swirling waters.

Large potholes carved in the rock

The water far below came in waves and sometimes splashed high up the canyon walls.

Far below the water is churning

the churning water splashes high once in a while

 

 

I sat amazed at the height the water splashed.

There were no other people around. I sat on the edge and listened. The music of the canyon filled my soul. It was the same song that has been heard by the trees for thousands and thousands of years. It is a song of power and might. A song that tells of the strength of the water, strength so mighty, the rock must give way.

Listen to the music of the ages.

I can feel the presence of God in the canyon. He speaks to me through the music of the canyon and I am blessed.

The music echoes from the walls of Mistaya Canyon

Weekly Photo Challenge: Ready

I am always ready to try new things, ready for an adventure. While in Skagway Alaska, Sarah and I decided to go rock-climbing. I had tried it once indoors. Let me just say that the indoor climbing walls are a lot different to the real thing.

We travelled to the climbing site and I got my harness on. 

I have my harness on and I am READY

 The company gave us a powder blue helmet to put on. I couldn’t help but feel relief, knowing that when I fall from the top of the cliff, my helmet will save me.
A few last-minute adjustments while I looked up… waaaay up.The first step.

Surveying the cliff

 
As I placed my fingers on the cold hard rock, I wondered how I will be able to cling to the rock. the ledges were so tiny.

The first step.

I soon got the hang of it and climbing happened.

a view from below. can you see that tiny person way up there?

I am very proud that I made it to the top, not once but twice, in two different sections. Climbing is hard work. It takes a lot of leg strength to push up each step of the way.

a cropped photo of me at the top.the second climb is higher still.

 Repelling back down is the most fun because it takes no strength.

Just lean back and jump your way down.

 I am ready to give it another go. Anyone want to come with me? This is something I want to continue as part of my healthy new lifestyle.

Hope, in the Face of Danger

Hope. A simple word to speak of our dreams, our desires.

We had a day filled with hope one day last summer. I have shared this story previously but I hope you enjoy it once again.  It started as an ordinary day. Our travels took us into the mountains between Lively and Barkerville in the BC interior. We hoped to drive to Barkerville on the scenic backroads. The old “Goldrush Trail”.

The hour was late. We found a wonderful free campsite at Ladies Lake. We had high hopes for a quiet evening in front of the campfire.

Hoping for a fire

The evening sky had cleared giving us hope of a sunny day to drive over the mountains.

Great hope for tomorrow.

The fire lit, we enjoyed a quiet evening watching the sun go down and listening to the loons.

We woke up early the next morning, anxious for the day ahead. We looked forward to each new day with great anticipation  as we travelled the country.  After breakfast, instead of hitting the road right away, we decided on a change of pace.  I tried my hand at panning for gold, hoping to strike it rich. We were in Gold rush country afterall.

Bored with sifting through the dirt, we were soon back on the road. A sign on the road scared me and I hoped we were not making a mistake.  There is a bit of confusion in the directions, still, we had hope.

74 km to where? Which way to Barkerville? and where is Grizzly Creek?

We hoped to be in Barkerville before dinner. More confusing signs. Then the rain started. What more could go wrong on this day that started with such hope, such promise

Oh no!

Deactivated? Really? Can they do that to a road?

A few kilometers along the “deactivated” road a bit of a problem blocked our way.

A tree slide?

After this, we were still hopeful. Then more trouble.

There is nothing we can't handle.

We had determination and hoped no more rocks would block our path. Troubles kept presenting themselves. Was this a sign? Should we turn around?

Hope won the day and we carried on… until…. trouble again. This time we could only hope. We were very close to our destination. We did not want to turn around now.

Half the road washed away. Was the remaining part still safe to drive on?

This time, our hope turned to prayers. Hope was not enough to keep our heavy van from causing the fragile road from crumbling beneath  our wheels. I looked over the edge. It was a very long way to the valley below.

Squeeze past the barriers.

God is good and the crumbling road held. The rain stopped and a rainbow of hope appeared in the sky.  Within a few minutes, we arrived “safe and sound”, back into civilization. Our hope renewed.

Hope renewed.

I have posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope

Weekly Photo Challenge: Simple

Idaho Hills

A gentle green hillside, bare, treeless, beautiful. I took this photo in the south of Idaho in the summer of 2011. That same summer I travelled to the far north and took another photo of another simple hillside, this time in the Canadian North West Territories.

Northwest Territories, Canada

I love the simplicity of a rainbow. Just water and light, mixing together to show the glorious colours of a rainbow.

rainbow over the plains

A sunset is another display of nature using simple ingredients to paint the sky and in this case, our van.

The sun is the artist who painted our car.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Peaceful


The first evening, the Volendam sailed toward Alaska on the inside passage. We could see the snowy mountains in the distance. I stayed on deck, enjoying the peace in the crisp salty air.
The small islands marched into the distance like shadows fading into the sky.
Just a few other passengers braved the evening air, I felt I had the deck to myself and I was happy to be alone to enjoy the scene in peace.
As the sun sank toward the horizon, it cast a warm glow on the empty deck chairs.
The sky turned from blue to gold, a promise for adventure.


On the quiet deck of the cruise ship I found a wonderful peace. The stress of life slipped away.

Alone on the deck, the evening fell gently and settled like a blanket of peace over my soul.

Remembering Prairie Sunsets

I looked at some photos taken on a trip across the country and remembered a wonderful day spent in southern Alberta. We visited the Red River Coulee with my nephew Mike and his wife Michelle.

The sun was getting low in the sky and cast a beautiful glow across the grass of the prairie.There were interesting rocks covering the coulee. this one huge rock was round and seemed out of place because it was so round. Too big to roll down the hill, although the thought did cross my mind.

In the glow.

We lingered there, watching as the sun set.

fence post and grass

Alberta Sundown

As the sun vanished below the horizon

Some signs make me laugh

I have spent the last few days sick with a cold, so haven’t been taking any new photos.  I thought for my first post of the new year I would share a few signs I have seen recently that made me laugh. I hope you get a chuckle too.

Look up and beware, you might get hit by a hoof..

We pumped some gas at this most unlikely station with its hand scribbled signs, then went inside the store to tell them how many litres. They used a small calculator to figure out the bill. I guess they are trusting and expect honesty. I hope they are rewarded. I also hope they will soon be able to upgrade to perhaps a fancier sign. I find it amusing that the “no sniveling” sign is important enough to get a professional sign, the rest isn’t worth wasting the money on.

Honest customers only and no complaining allowed.

Count to 20? I always thought I had to count to 10 to control my frustrations. This sign is at a gas station in Minnesota.