Sunday, July 25, 2010

Thursday, July 15, 2010 Drumheller


































The landscape around Drumheller is vastly different from western Alberta (mountains) and even the plains around Calgary. These are Alberta's Badlands. I'm guessing the title comes from the fact that travelling in the area would be difficult due to the sudden changes in relief and the fact that it's arid here and agriculture is quite a challenge. If you don't know, Drumheller and the surrounding badlands include the world's most plentiful dinosaur bone beds. Fossils are their claim to fame here. I decide to drive around the little town a bit before heading to the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Paleontology on the outskirts. There are dinosaurs everywhere - most with gaudy paint jobs or cheesy designs (pics included). Turns out that they used to be part of a dinosaur theme park east of town that also included a Christ of the Andes-like sculpture of Jesus high on a ridge above the park. The ridge was high, not Jesus. This is not BC. Honk if you find the association of Jesus with a bunch of dinosaurs a little weird. I make my way to the city information center which is easy to find because it sits at the feet of the World's Largest Dinosaur - a T-Rex that's 80+ feet tall - pic included. An amazing bit of kitsch that should be on everyone's bucket list. You can climb up through the dinosaur's pancreas, then his gizzard and end up in his mouth where there's a viewing area. You can see a looong way. Now to the Royal Tyrrell. Few pics of the museum exterior and some beautiful dinosaur sculptures at the entrance included as an intro. No kitsch here. The RT is one classy joint. The exhibits are amazing, and it's the museum's 25th anniversary so they've included their 25 most prestigious "finds" in a special showing. The special exhibits are presented in a type of setting usually reserved for fine art at New York's MMA and such museums. Beautiful ornate frames for some (pics) and other complete fossils presented on lofty pedestals (pics). The really subdued room lighting and up-lighting around the exhibits made photography a challenge for me. Last fossil pic is of the smallest T-Rex ever unearthed - almost completely intact. Note the black color. It's referred to as the Black Beauty because manganese was prevalent in the area where the fossil was found and it colored the bones as they fossilized. How cool is that? I spent hours in the museum and then quite a while at the outdoor viewing area that affords a look at the type of local terrain (geologic strats) that yields fossils (pic). Back into town for leisurely lunch then booked a late afternoon tour with Wild West Badlands Tours (pic) as recommended by Frommers Alberta guidebook. If you come to Drumheller you have got to do this. The guide, Pat Mulgrew (pic), was as amazing as the guidebook said, and I had a blast. There was a guy from BC with his two sons, a Russian student down from Edmonton, a retired farm couple from Saskatchewan, and me in Pat's capable hands and by tour's end we were all good friends. Pat puts you at ease, learns a little about you, and uses that info to make the tour more personal and meaningful to you. He toured us through the area around town explaining how Drumheller came to be - coal mining rather than dinosaurs as it turns out - and noted that in 1930, Drumheller and Calgary had roughly the same population. How bout that? Coal fell out of favor and dinosaurs (or their fossils) rescued the town. Drumheller appears largely sustained by tourism; however, from the production equipment visible around the countryside, it looks like natural gas may be a sizable part of the economy as well. Pat drove us to the natural amphitheater where the Badlands Passion Play is performed each summer (pics). I would like to have seen this but it's really famous and was completely sold out for the night I was there that coincided with a performance(only 6 permormances this season, I think) . There are 225 performers, including the choir and these are not locals. Actors come from all over the world to be included in this production. On to the Bleriot Ferry over the Red Deer River, one of the last sailing ferries in Canada. Pat notes that the ferry really just remains for the benefit of tourism. It's a fun scenic little ride (pics). Then Horse Thief Canyon (pic) where the legend goes that a rancher left horses in the canyon over winter and in spring they emerged with different brands. I believe this was blamed on Yankee thieves. BTW, in Canada, like much of the world, everyone in the US is referred to as a Yankee. I repeatedly tried to set things straight on that, but eventually I just gave up and went with it. Next pic is the little church that seats 1,000, six at a time. He he. Then we went to the Star Mine Suspension Bridge over the Red Deer, remnant of the coal mining years, and walked over and back (pic). On to the Hoodoos. Awesome rock features that consist of soft sandstone bases (stalks) with harder rock capstones. The sandstone erodes at an advanced rate in comparison to the capstones yielding mushroom like featurs (pics). This small conglomeration of hoodoos just outside Drumheller is wonderful and easily accessible (to the detriment of the formations) but there are lots more throughout the badlands. Pat capped off the tour with a side trip to the ghost town (almost) of Wayne where a single saloon (Last Chance Saloon - formerly known as the Bucket of Blood Saloon) and a hotel (Rosedeer Hotel - not in use) survive. Pat took our pics in front of the saloon and then we all went in for a beer. The interior walls were covered with black & white mine photos and mining memorabilia, really rustic and interesting. But there was also video poker to keep us in the 21st century. BTW, Pat played music by local or Canadian artists at appropriate moments, and now I've got to get Paul Brandt's Albereta Bound onto the pod. I can't recommend Pat's tour enough. A bargain at twice the price It's appropriate for all ages and you'll be thoroughly educated and entertained.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010 Calgary
















This morning's Calgary Herald notes that 4 horses were killed in a 24 hour period and that one rider was critically injured in that same period at the Stampede and that animal rights activists are calling for an end to the event. I guess that explains the cancellation of last night's events. There are two more Calgary "attractions" that I want to see - the zoo because they have whooping cranes, wood bison, and grizzlies and the Glenbow Museum because they reportedly have an excellent exhibition on the First Nations and on Canadian history. To the zoo. I've never been to a zoo without children in tow so this is sort of weird. I feel like I've lost something. The weather is beautiful, sunny and very warm - nothing like yesterday - and school and day-care groups are out in force. The exhibits are wonderful and the grounds are beautiful. I'm having so much fun, strolling leisurely, reading all the placards. Most of the animals are at rest - likely the very warm temp. My main focus is the Canadian Wilds portion of the zoo where I find a pair of whooping cranes - an endangered species that I have had to consider many times when performing critical issues analyses for potential wind farm sites. I've become keenly interested in this species that may be making a slow comeback (from 16 in 1942 to ~400 at present) but that is still perilously close to extinction. The western whoopers summer (nest - reproduce) in northern Alberta at Wood Buffalo National Park and winter (eat) on the Texas Gulf coast, mainly within Aransas National Wildlife Refuge. I've never managed to see one in Texas and Wood Buffalo Park is extremely remote (accessible only by air or boat) so this could be my only opportunity to see one in person. And they are magnificent! (pics) Around 5 feet tall with a windgspan of over 7 feet. I watch them for a long time. They are so placid and so regal. I would love to see them in flight. Their continuing recovery is due to the joint efforts of the Canadian government and the US Fish and Wildlife Service. I find the wood bison (pic). This is a larger, woolier bison species than the plains bison (buffalo) that we know in the south. They are a threatened species but have made quite a comeback thanks to the efforts of the Canadian government. Their range originally included the boreal forests of Canada and Alaska but the wild herd is now largely confined to Wood Buffalo National Park. I never saw a grizzly while hiking (thank my lucky stars) so I make sure I find the grizzly that lives at the zoo. He's in the zoo because he had become habituated to the human environment and was a threat to humans. If the zoo had not taken him in, he would have been destroyed :-(. I took several pics, one included, but he was dozing most of the time so I didn't get to see him in his big scary entirety. Something else I never saw in all the time I spent in the parks was a moose (pic) - I've seen them before but had hoped to see one again. They're so amusing to me - gawky looking (I don't know how the big bulls with the big racks keep from tipping over nose first), goofy looking (Bullwinkle the Moose, if you're old enough to remember), moving along languorously almost in slow motion. I include random pics of other animals that I found interesting or beautiful or both. On to the Glenbow. I beeline to the third floor where the First Nations and Canadian history exhibits are housed. Very well done. The First Nations exhibits are divided into four areas dictated mostly by geography (see pics) and I have a fine time looking and reading and listening - there's a small side theater featuring a video of members of the Blackfeet Nation relating folk stories and oral histories. The museum closes at 5:00 so I don't have a lot of time to take photos - I concentrate on taking in the exhibits. The history of the oil industry in Canada, particularly Alberta, and the government's involvement in same was extremely interesting. In this Socialist economy the government keeps rein on most industry, oil being no exception, and attempts to evenly distribute resulting revenues across the country. Albertans appear to be of the opinion that revenue generated in Alberta should stay in Alberta. Radicals :-) I'm shocked when a security guard rousts me and notes that the museum is closing. Time passes fast when you're mesmerized. There was an Impressionist exhibit on another floor that I missed entirely :-(. Just not enough time. I strike out for Drumheller.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010 Calgary Stampede


















It's 9 degrees C (that's 48 F), raining, and the wind is blowing bout a hunnerd miles per hour (I'm tired of converting so maybe you can get that into kph). Fortunately, the C Train (a light rail system that is extremely practical and useful and takes people places that they need to go as opposed to that weird useless set up we have in Houston, also known as the death train) is only a few blocks from my hotel, so I don the Wranglers, pearl buttons, and boots, grab an umbrella that is red and white and sports maple leaves, and strike out for the train for the 10 minute ride to the Stampede grounds. Aside - In Houston, the suburbanite's nod to the rodeo is a pair of cowboy boots. They symbolize the western way of life at rodeo time and practically everyone at the rodeo will be wearing them. In Calgary, it's the hat. Practically everyone at the Stampede has a cowboy hat, white preferably as that's the Stampede icon (pic). Cowboy hats and sneakers, cowboy hats and Birkenstoks, cowboy hats and fine Italian loafers, cowboy hats and stilettos. Interesting. Second aside - Calgarians seem to really embrace the Stampede as a tribute to the rural/ranching heritage of the province (and a chance to be face down plastered for about 10 days running). Don't get me wrong. Because of the oil and gas boom, Calgary is filthy with new money trying to look like old money but that doesn't seem to cause them to be embarrassed about their agrarian roots and they truly celebrate them at Stampede time. In Houston, we're all going about trying to pretend that we're not just one generation removed from the farm/ranch. Seems that in our opinion, country equals crude and we treat the rodeo like a novelty item rather than a celebration of our culture. OK, so now I'm at the Stampede in abjectly miserable weather with a little time to spare before the rodeo events kick off. I take a look around to see most of the same attractions that you find at the Houston rodeo (few pics), just less of them. I know that I'm always making comparisons, but it's natural to view new things against the backdrop of the familiar and that, of course, yields comparisons. The Stampede bills itself as the world's largest outdoor rodeo. I think the term 'outdoor' may be a recent addition to the title. The Houston rodeo is massively larger in exhibits, attractions such as the midway, acreage (hectareage?), seating capacity, and entertainment venues and artists. I don't know about the purse. The Stampede could certainly be larger in that category. I like the smaller down-home feel of the Stampede. This is a little closer to the local rodeos I attended as a child and the whole thing is physically manageable. In Houston, I'm just overwhelmed and disoriented by the scale. And lost half the time. But the Houston rodeo is a spectacle not to be missed partly because of it's impressive immensity. One thing that the Stampede has that the Houston rodeo does not, is gambling (pic). Wsup with that? I make my way to the rodeo arena and find that my seat is under an overhang and I won't have to brave the rain for hours. Hallelujah! The rain makes for lots of no rides and lots of lousy times, but the cowboys and support staff and fans are all making the most of it and everyone at least looks to be having a good time. Except for the livestock. The broncs and the bulls don't want to leave the fence perimeter and brave the mud so, except for the roping and barrel racing, most of the rides are pretty tight against the gate/chute side of the arena, opposite my seat. One horse went down and got caught up in the fence and there were a few tense moments before he was extracated. He was fine. Sigh of relief. I include a few pics from the events but was fairly far from the action so rather poor quality. Interestingly, there was a cowboy from Australia and one from Brazil. After the rodeo events are done, I have several hours to kill before the 8:00pm evening show which includes the chuck wagon races, stage entertainment, and fireworks. I'm really looking forward to the chuck wagon races. We have them at the Houston rodeo, but they are the main attraction here, people follow the various teams, and I've been hearing street buzz about who will win. To pass the time and get out of the rain, I go to Nashville North under advisement of a Canadian friend who says a good time can be found there, along with beer. The line to get in is loooong. The couple ahead of me is decked out in Texas A&M rain ponchos (pic) and we strike up a conversation. They're from the Houston area, and while the wife is an Aggie, hubby is actually a Longhorn who chose to wear the A&M regalia just to stay warm and dry. Shame on him. What a wuss! Inside there are country bands playing and they are really good. Someone tells me that only two years ago Miranda Lambert was playing here. Now she's something of a superstar. No tables in here but long bars where you just sidle up and deposit your drink and chat up the folks around you (actually you have to scream over the din but everyone's doing it). I notice that most people are drinking Bud or Bud Light. I don't get this. There are many good Canadian beers and practically any beer is superior to Bud. Must be in the marketing (pic). I secure a Kokanee (BC brewed) and spy a tiny opening at one of the bars where I deposit my brew and insinuate myself in sideways next to it. Turns out I'm in the midst of four guys (one of them a Texan - boots but no cowboy hat) who work together and who have obviously been avoiding the rain and celebrating for a while. They take me under their collective wing, provide lots of Stampede tips and lore, include me in the next few rounds, and will not allow me to buy a round - Texas money is not good at the Calgary Stampede. They're my choice for unofficial Stampede ambassadors (pic included). All is well until the stage announcer shushes the crowd and notes that the evening show, including the chuck wagon races, has been cancelled because of the weather. First time in the history of the Stampede. The joint clears in a hurry, me included. On the way off the grounds I spot an amusing sign at a Mexican eatery near the exit gate. See rule six. I guess I'm not in BC anymore.