Listened to a CBC Radio report on the dwindling salmon fisheries on Canada’s Pacific Coast on the way out of BC; another on the declining grizzly bear population of Alberta as we passed through that province. Welcome back to Canada! Well, it was a nice day for a drive anyway. Despite the slight forest-fire haze in the distance. Unbelievable peaks, old hitch-hiking memories, I thought we’d be out of the mountains around the next bend but they just kept coming! Stopped for a wash in a cold silver-blue river. Then the horizon opened up, and the air was scented with a sweet grainfield smell, something familiar but I don’t know if I ever knew the name of that plant. Weathered farms and new ticky-tacky subdivisions, mountains and then foothills receding in the distance, and then flat, flat land spread out for miles, ripped and crinkled with the occasional old signature of glaciers. Days in the Prairies: mosquitoes, sunsets, Canada geese, autumn colors starting to show themselves. Photos coming soon! Now: leaving Winnipeg to head back West . . . ?
(A little poem of mine has just been posted – Thursday 10 September 2009 - on the website A Handful of Stones: “a small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.”)