While I’d like to see all animals be in the wild where they belong. The people at Big Cat Rescue have tried to do something special for their big cats. They have a 2 acre enclosure where the cats can go on vacation.
We left on our mountain vacation yesterday. We took the scenic route halfway here which was a great decision. We stopped along the way to take photos and enjoy the view. Highway 93 south of Nordegg was practically deserted. It set the tone for our vacation quite well.
This morning at the crack of 9AM we headed from our cabin to the Ink Pots at Johnston Canyon. We’ve been here a couple times before, the first time only getting to see the Lower Falls before we got sick of the people. The second time we started earlier and made it to the Upper Falls before I gave into my poor aching muscles.
There aren’t too many people on the hike at this time in the morning or this late in the season. This was great for us, we don’t like people at the best of times. There are several places at the earlier part where it’s just courtesy to stand aside to let people pass. Some people don’t have this common courtesy gene, and that’s sad.
I think one tour bus arrived shortly after we started because there were suddenly a lot if people on the trail. Once we passed the Lower Falls we were again by ourselves. Quick note on the Lower Falls; the flood in June deposited quite a lot of trees that got caught on the pedestrian bridge to the lookout. It was a sight to behold, the differences between 2011 and now.
There were a few helpful people along the way who offered to take our picture when we were taking selfies. After we existed the main trail we noticed that anyone that passed us said hello or we said hello to them. This sort of nicety didn’t happen lower down. Most of the tour buses didn’t leave enough time for a return trip to the Ink Pots. While the majority of the people we saw on the upper trail were definitely not from Alberta, they were cordial.
We were passed by a young Ginger Bearded fellow along the way, only to encounter him several minutes later watching a grouse forage along the trail. That shit right there is what I look for in humanity. The temperature was dropping as we got closer to the valley. Excellent views of nearby mountains opened up to us. We trudged to the Ink Pots and said “this is it?”. There was a sign that stated it was being rehabilitated because it was getting too much traffic in the 90’s. They were definitely clear blue but I was expected something different. Ginger Beard decided we were ok enough people because he came & chatted with us while I was parked on one of the benches. It was neat to hear his story, he was on a walk-about from New Jersey to Oregon.
I was a snivelling cranky mess on the way back. We had done so many ups and downs to get to the Ink Pots and while the mountain views were spectacular, the Pots themselves were in a sorry state. We took so many breaks on the way back because of me. Everyone that had passed us going down had passed us coming back up. Oh well, it was 22,653 steps in 6 hours where I’m used to roughly 6500 steps in a day.
I’m thankful that I have a patient, understanding, caring and loving husband. If it wasn’t for him I never would have made it past the meadow. I’m proud of myself for doing this. I look forward to one day being able to do a 6 or 7 km hike with little pain after. Today was about 10 km, and it beat me up.
Johnston Canyon hike to the Ink Pots
Found inspiration on Pinterest for this cake. My niece was turning 11 and loved the game, perfect. Husband Man helped with the icing and assemblage of papercraft.