We are so lucky to live in this great city of Calgary, and we each have our favorite haunts that we return to time and again. There is something exciting, though, about discovering a new trail! This blog tracks my ambition to take a new path every morning this summer. I’m searching out walking trails around Calgary armed with only a pair of runners and smart phone. Check out a brief description of each path, photos, maps and parking information - maybe you’ll want to join in the fun!
The Sound of Silence - Almost
Parking: Along the west side of the road, south of the Alpine Club parking lot.
Rough dirt path
Once again, today’s walk was an accidental discovery. We were looking for Grotto Canyon Hiking Trail, but alas, a closed road stood between us and what I believed would be the
trail head. But there, just up the road
a bit we found a sign that mapped out a network of trails right nearby. Why not give it a try? After all, how could any walk through Kananaskis country be anything less than spectacular?
It turned out to be a well maintained trail, with very clear
maps posted at almost every junction. We
did leave a little cairn of stones at one questionable crossroad to help us
find our way back, but that probably says more about my insecurity than the
quality of the trail! There was a lot more up and down than I had
planned on, but my walking partner was game, so we took our time and headed
deeper into the bush. As we twisted
this way and that along the slope, the endless pine forest gave way here and
there to little grassy meadows and patches of juniper with their musky blue
On our way back, we took a little detour to the creek bed
below the path; a jagged line of dry, chalky stones drawn down the slope
between the trees. We stopped here for a
quick snack, enjoying the view of the Three Sisters and listening to the cries
of a couple of hawks floating on the air currents above us. It was here that I noticed the quiet of the
place. My city walks have had some great
soundscapes, but always with an undercurrent of traffic noise. I
suppose I’ve learned to tune it out. But
here, on that mountainside, even with the squirrels chattering and the birds
calling, I could feel the quietness
of the place . . .
That is, until the helicopter full of sightseers buzzed by. Argh!
But really, I have to admit that I’m too much of a city girl to brave a
“true” wilderness adventure, so I suppose I’ll have to make my peace with the