Musings: Alexandra Writers Centre Baker Creek Lake Louise
by Maureen Bush
I just spent three days in the mountains – skating on Lake Louise, snowshoeing around Baker Creek and at Pipestone, some delicious meals out. I came home feeling that winter’s pretty good, especially when I was greeted by daffodil tips peeking out of the soil in my garden.
I worked, too, in between playing on ice and snow, developing an outline for an eight-week course I’ll be teaching this spring at the Alexandra’s Writers Centre, in Calgary. The best part? coming up with writing exercises appropriate for writing for kids. Mwahaha.
Musings: Banff National Park hiking Lake Louise Moraine Lake Vermillion RIver
by Maureen Bush
We spent three days in Banff National Park, hiking and exploring and getting bled by mosquitoes. They were voracious, having bred in the heavy rains of June. There were other oddities: trail restrictions because of bears, trail closures for wildlife corridor work (Cave and Basin), trail closures because of flooding (Fenlands Trail), and more closures because of a bridge washout (Paint Pots, and everything beyond it). The highway itself was closed two days after we got back, because of a mudslide.
The Vermillion River was surging, high from rain and snow melt, and an odd colour, a milky sage green. The milkiness comes from glacial till, finely ground rock dust, and is the cause of the amazing lake colours. Lake Louise is a pale, milky blue, and Moraine Lake is milky, but a brighter blue.
We walked to the waterfall at the head of Moraine Lake (not far but a first for me, in an almost asthma-free trip), and planned to canoe after, but a storm blew in. It came to nothing, but at the time, it looked nasty, and it’s just foolish to sit in the middle of a lake in a wicked wind or a thunderstorm.
Instead, I found a chapter to my current story, inspired by water winding through a bed of moss and rocks. There was something powerful in that place, in that moment …
I don’t think writers are ever not working, perhaps to the annoyance of their families. My husband understands, and was content to sip coffee and watch the storm blow over while I wrote.
Now I’m home, refreshed, and ready to leap back into my story.
We canoed on Lake Louise this morning, the first time for me, on the calmest lake I’ve ever paddled on. It was also the milkiest blue, thick with glacial till, so that we could see nothing in the water beneath us. Then we hiked to the end of the lake, leaving us tired and content.
Musings: Baker Creek Banff Lake Louise Rockies skating
by Maureen Bush
We spent a couple of days in the mountains, reading by a fire, eating good food and exploring. The weather was constantly changing, with sunny, clear skies on one side of the valley while dark clouds settled in stormy and low over mountains on the other side. This morning we skated on Lake Louise while it snowed, the light so flat we started to lose visibility of the ice surface.
Our younger daughter kept us entertained on the road with epic music, from The Lord of the Rings, of course, but lots of other music, too. It was wonderfully fitting for the grandeur of the Rockies.