Monday, 16 October 2023

Kati of Terra 3 - Showdown on the Planet of the Slavers

Kati of Terra 3 - Showdown on the Planet of the Slavers

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Kati of Terra and Star Federation Agent Mikal R’ma Trodden join forces with the beautiful female reptilian, Xoraya, and the young Tarangayan mathematics and engineering genius, Lank, to chase down the Slaver Gorsh and bring him to justice. The evil Waywardian Gorsh was responsible for Kati’s abduction from Earth, along with numerous other victims from many other worlds; among these were many small children from Earth and other planets.

Their quest begins on an obscure Fringe Space Station which houses a reputable used space ship yard, the services of which they need if they are to journey along the Space Trade Lanes. Odd and dangerous events start to shadow them while they are on the Space Station, Qupar, and never really cease during the course of their mission. It begins to look like there is much more at stake than merely bringing to justice a slaver, and rescuing the people he has enslaved and sold - an unnatural and unspeakable evil of cosmic proportions may well be at the center of events.

The group gains new members, even while it loses Mikal and Xoraya into Gorsh’s hands - Kati and Mikal are once again separated, and have to struggle to perform their tasks apart from one another. However, neither of them is a quitter; they are resourceful and in love, so no force in the universe can keep them separated for long. The manner in which they and their allies overcome the obstacles that they face makes for an exciting, amusing, and romantic tale.

This is the thrilling conclusion to the dramatic story which began in Escape from the Drowned Planet, and continued in On Assignment to the Planet of the Exalted. Kati and Mikal can now take a breather from adventure - or can they? Time will tell.

This is a full-length novel of about 260,000 words (equivalent to a paperback of about 550 pages). Please note that the Kati of Terra novels are written so that they can be read as stand-alone books, so Kati of Terra Book 3 can be enjoyed by readers who have not yet read Kati of Terra Book 1 or Book 2. Naturally, we encourage people to read the entire trilogy to experience all the adventure and romance of the Kati of Terra series.

Kati 2 – On Assignment on the Planet of the Exalted

Kati 2 – On Assignment on the Planet of the Exalted

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After narrowly escaping the pursuit of the slave trader Gorsh on Makros III, the Drowned Planet, Kati of Terra has arrived on the planet Lamania, the home world of her alien companion and fellow escapee, Mikal r’ma Trodden. The bureaucracy of the Lamanian Social Services, however, insists that the two be separated for half-a-Lamanian year, to ensure that this Wilder woman is not being exploited by her more urbane lover, who is also a Star Federation agent. In principle a worthy policy, it has left Kati without Mikal’s company while dealing with the loss of her connection to her young son Jake, and the knowledge that she will never be able to return home to Earth.

While exploring her new environment, she is confronted with the realization that Gorsh has spread his tentacles into the Star Federation. She identifies and rescues a young victim of the slave trade, using knowledge gained during her and Mikal’s period of captivity on Gorsh’s ship.

She agrees to take the lead role in an undercover investigation of the venerable Federation planet, Vultaire, which seems to be implicated in the lawlessness. Apparently the members of the planet’s upper class, known as the Exalted Citizens, have grown corrupt, some of them even taking up slave-ownership, alongside numerous other vices. With three companions, Kati forms the Unofficial Investigative Team into the Conditions on the Planet Vultaire. The team members make their way, clandestinely, there, and undertake their investigation while posing as an itinerant Entertainment Troupe. Secretly, they make common cause with the downtrodden locals, including elements of the resistance to the oligarchy.

Meanwhile, Mikal, the Federation agent, is sent to explore the Xeonsaur connection to the slave trade. It has to do with a captive member of the lizard species who has been forced to navigate Slaver Gorsh’s space ship through vast distances during its slave-snatching operations. Mikal too must make common cause; he does so with a beautiful female of the reptilian/humanoid race, the life-partner to the unhappy Xeonsaur captive.

Kati and Mikal must make their separate ways and overcome separate obstacles and dangers, before re-uniting in the struggle on Vultaire. Their reunion as battlers against the slave trade coincides with the end of their forced separation, ushering in a time of new connection. However, together on Vultaire, they need all the resources and ingenuity that they and their companions have, to stay alive, and to help heal the Vultairian society, as well as the very planet itself from the sickness that the corruptions have caused.

This is a full-length novel of about 260,000 words (equivalent to a paperback of about 500 pages). Please note that the Kati of Terra novels are written so that they can be read as stand-alone books. Kati of Terra Book 2 can be enjoyed by readers who have not yet read Kati of Terra Book 1. Naturally, we encourage people to read both novels to experience all the adventure and romance of the Kati of Terra series.




Kati of Terra Book 1 – Escape from the Drowned Planet

Kati of Terra Book 1 – Escape from the Drowned Planet

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In saving her small son from alien abductors, a 24-year-old Earth woman, Katie, finds herself abducted instead. She awakens from a drug-induced coma on a spaceship, in a room full of children, both human and alien, and two other women, younger than she is. The young women adapt to the situation as best they can, keeping the youngsters calm and entertained. But, when a drugged alien man wearing a uniform is added to the captive cargo, it becomes clear that this is an intergalactic slave operation.

The slave traders implant their captives with “translation nodes” in order to allow communication among various groups. These are living entities, normally docile, merely enhancing certain brain functions, such as language acquisition. However, Katie discovers that she has accidentally received a very special “granda node”, a long-lived node with its own cantankerous personality, including a fondness for criminality and lethal weaponry. Fortunately for Katie, it also values its freedom. With its help, she escapes on a fringe planet, dragging the peace officer along—also at the granda’s suggestion.

She finds herself on a strange world, with a somewhat deranged personality, quite possibly a killer, in her head, and partnered with a man from an advanced civilization who abhors killing. He is a Federation Peace Officer, captured by the slavers while attempting to bring them to justice. His task is complicated by the fact that he has sworn to avoid the taking of sentient life during the performance of his duties. He can and does, however, make vigorous use of non-lethal weaponry. Since, before leaving the ship, Katie had promised to help her co-captives gain their liberty, she and the alien peace officer find that they have a common cause.

But first they must find their way off the primitive planet and get to the Federated Civilization, avoiding the slavers who have been left on the planet to re-capture them. Their flight is complicated by the fact that the planet has had a global warming catastrophe some centuries back – the locals refer to it as the Drowned World. This has forced the inhabitants to revert to a pre-industrial state of development; however, they are a wily and resourceful people, mostly helpful, but they can also be dangerous.

Kati (to mark her escape, she adopts a slight name change) and Mikal seek a Federation beacon, which had been hidden on this planet ages ago, to aid in situations such as this, (in accord with a longstanding Federation policy for fringe worlds). They must embark on an arduous trek across two continents and an ocean, seeking the temple that holds the beacon. They travel on foot, by cart, by riverboat, by tall sailing ship, and on pack animals, always pursued by the dangerous slavers.

They must rely on their wits, guile, charm and acting abilities to avoid recapture, while their chasers have advanced technology and ruthlessness on their side. Fortunately, they are able to make many friends who help them along the way, and their quest becomes a series of adventures, both frightening and funny, and involving a cast of engaging characters.

To complicate matters, Kati finds herself falling in love with Mikal, the strange, handsome and amusing alien. He seems to be reciprocating, though they both struggle against an untimely romantic entanglement.

Will Kati and Mikal escape from the Drowned Planet? Can they ultimately bring the slavers to justice, as Mikal has sworn to do? Can they free the remaining captives of the slavers, as Kati has promised to do? Read this book and the rest of the series to find out all.

At about 200,000 words (equivalent to a paperback of about 400 pages), the book is an excellent value.

Monday, 25 September 2023

A Visit to the Equestrian Competitions at Spruce Meadows, Calgary (Sep 2023)

 A Visit to the Equestrian Competitions at Spruce Meadows, Calgary (Sep 2023)

What follows is an account of a visit to Spruce Meadows in Calgary, to watch the World Equestrian Championships. That’s the sport where people ride horses that jump over walls and fences. I visited it with my wife and a friend, Lynn, who lives in Calgary.

Lynn had suggested earlier that we should go to Spruce Meadows Equestrian Center, to watch the big international competition that they hold in September. As a long-timer horse-racing aficionado, I thought it would be interesting to watch one of these events live. Plus, I thought if might be the only opportunity I would ever have to do this, so it seemed like an excellent suggestion. So off we went.

As many readers may know, these events involve the close cooperation of rider and horse, as they navigate a course that contains as series of challenging jumps. While doing this, the partnership, as it is called, is also timed, with the winner being decided on the basis of a combination of lowest time and fewest faults (i.e. knocking down one or more rails on the jumping obstacle). The horse’s form doesn’t seem to matter, though you could usually tell a confident and capable horse by its behaviour and comportment. At any rate, that’s how it looked to me.

This particular venue holds a variety of events throughout the year, mostly horse related, but recently it has also hosted a local soccer club. It is a large campus-type environment of many hundreds of acres, with several different outdoor arenas for competitions, as well as some indoor facilities for shows and competitions. There are, of course, facilities for stabling horses. Well-tended green spaces abound, to walk about in and relax. In addition, numerous buildings are located on the grounds, that are used as sales pavilions, art galleries and food service areas. On occasions such as this one, many tents have been erected to provide food services, generally with an international flavor, to complement the international competition.


Basically, it is quite a beautiful place, built for an upper-class activity, which is what show-jumping really is. After all, historically, the concept of “the equestrian class” meant much more than owning horses. It is quite different from the Damon Runyon-esque looks and atmosphere of the typical thoroughbred race-track, of which I am more familiar.

The place was actually the brainchild of the Southern family, a very successful local dynasty. They started off in the business of building, selling and/or leasing job office trailers and the like. Around Alberta, these are commonly known as ATCO trailers, though I don’t know if that terminology is widespread across the country. They could be seen anywhere now; construction sites, mine-sites, or anywhere that temporary housing and work-spaces are needed. This activity turned out to be very lucrative, so they branched out into many other businesses, often ones with connections to the oil industry. The family eventually became rich enough to build and develop Spruce Meadows, a commendable legacy.

As it turned out, today was Seniors Day, so we got in free. There were a number of people employed to shepherd the cars into parking lots, some of which were grass “overflow” lots. It was all very efficient and orderly, an indication of how the equestrian class lives, I suppose.

The normal entry fee is quite nominal anyway, at only $5 per person, at least this early in the four-day meet. The people at the “gate” (it was just some people sitting on chairs) near the entrance waved us through without showing I.D.. Technically, this was a bit fraudulent on my part, as I was still a few weeks from qualifying, by conventional standards. The “girls” that I was with were legit, though.

After a bit of wandering about, we ended up in the ATCO arena, where a competition was underway. We watched about 10 or 15 horse-rider partnerships go through their competitive paces. It was interesting to observe, more-so than I had expected. The jumping was very impressive, as was the ridership. And, needless to say, these were very high-class and expensive horses. I suspect that most of the human participants were also upper-class, as this would be a very expensive activity to become involved with.


As noted previously, scoring consists of a combination of faults and timing. If a horse knocks down a rail or puts a hoof on a white border at a water jump, it is given 4 faults. Similarly for a horse’s first disobedience (e.g. refusing a jump). A second disobedience results in elimination. If a rider falls, that is 8 points. If both rider and horse fall, they are out of the competition. If they exceed the time limit for the competition, they are eliminated. Every second above the fastest time results in 1 fault. The partnership with the lowest score wins the competition. There may be other subtleties, of which I am not aware.

The human competitors (and presumably the horses as well) were from various nations, particularly from within Europe and North America. But there were also competitors from Australia and Egypt. There may have been others.

The competitions that we watched (we saw two different events during the day) consisted of about 10 or 12 fences, gates, or walls for the horse and rider to clear. The rails are loosely attached to the obstacles, so the horse isn’t hurt if it knocks a rail down. That said, I am sure that a human who knocked down a similar rail with his shin while jumping over it would disagree about it not hurting. I’m pretty sure I’d say “ouch!”.


The jumps were of varying construction or appearance, some having gaps between rails and some being more wall-like in appearance. The latter are not actually made of brick but rather foam blocks that are meant to resemble a solid surface. The obstacles are sometimes single and sometimes placed in tandem, as many as three closely spaced. The overall impression both gives variety to the spectators and presents different challenges to the horse and rider.

Presumably the solid-looking walls must test the horse’s nerve, while the combination jumps must test its strength and endurance. I did notice that in one competition, a series of 3 jumps were closely spaced right at the end of the course. Horses seemed to have a fair bit of trouble with this, as many that had cleared all the previous jumps knocked down rails at the end. I suspect that the horse was pretty tired after doing the initial jumps and many just didn’t have enough energy left to clear these final obstacles.

When I compare show-jumping to horse racing, there are some similarities and many differences:

  • In the former times are important, in the latter times are everything. The former is a somewhat genteel one-horse-at-a-time competition, with results compared later to determine the winner. The latter is a head-to-head match, with lots of strategy, bumping, jostling and flat-out speed. Show-jumping horses are rather elegant looking and acting; race horses are very attractive as well, but perhaps have a sharper and meaner look.

  • I noticed quite a few grey and white horses in the show-jumping, seemingly at a much greater proportion than one would see at the racetrack. However, that may have just been an effect of seeing a small sample of horses on one day at Spruce Meadows, compared to a much larger sample at the races, over a period of years.

  • As for the riders, show-jumping seems more like a hobby (though a very serious hobby), while horse-racing is a very serious business for the jockey. Equestrian riders (the human half of the partnership) generally appear to be rather statuesque and ride quite upright, when not while they are in the midst of a jump. Horse-race jockeys are almost always short, don’t weight much and ride hunched up, usually well up on the horse, sometimes off the saddle, seeming to almost to be riding on the horse’s neck (though obviously they aren’t really doing that).

  • As for the crowd, the show-jumping crowd seemed to be very middle or upper-middle class. Lynn is a teacher, Helena a writer and I am a data scientist, so we fit in reasonably well. That’s not a grouping that you would usually find at a racetrack (though you might, as there is a lot of diversity at the track, from princes to pikers).

  • There can be a fair bit of money at stake for both – the top prize at Spruce Meadows was 150 thousand, while a top horse race is usually good for much more (the winner of the Kentucky Derby is good for nearly 2 million).

  • Last, but certainly not least, is the matter of betting. To the best of my knowledge there is no betting allowed betting on show-jumping (well, maybe some bookies take action in London). Spectators are mostly there to watch, because they love horses. At the races, spectators are mostly there to bet, though they often appreciate the beauty and mystique of horses, especially those horses that have paid off at long odds.

Besides, the horse jumping, we explored some of the other attractions on the site. There were a lot of food vendors, though we didn’t eat much, as we had eaten a rather substantial breakfast before leaving the house. As with any fair, food and drink were expensive (e.g. $4.50 for a half-litre of water).

There were also some buildings with artwork, primarily of a western, natural landscape and/or horse-related theme. Those were also quite pricey; Lynn was drawn to a work that was going for $1500, before negotiations. It was a very nice picture of horses in a mountain meadow. She said it reminded her of a place that she had rode horses in. The artist said that it was based on a real scene, though it sounded like the location was not the same as the one that Lynn had in mind.

We also caught a show of something called “horse vaulting”. The show wasn’t a competition, but rather a demonstration, to introduce the crowd to the sport.

This is an activity where young girls (as young as 5) and young women (usually teens) do gymnastics types of moves on a horse’s back while it is moving, either walking or cantering in a circle. The horse is on a lead, with an adult woman controlling it. So, in that sense, it isn’t “trick riding”, where the horse is not on a lead. (Note that the photo is from google images, as I didn’t actually get a photo during the presentation myself, but it is quite similar to the actual show).


In this case, the girls put a couple of horses through their paces, doing a number of acrobatic/gymnastic moves while on the horse’s back. They had a sort of upside-down stirrup on the horses saddle, which they could use as hand-holds while performing these moves. In a way, it reminded one of the pommel-horse routines one might see in the Olympics, but with a real horse instead of a pommel horse. Though in this case, the moves were more about grace and elegance than about strength, as would be the case for the pommel horse (mostly men do this sport).

One had to be impressed by the young girls and teenagers. The performances obviously required a great deal of balance as well as agility and confidence. Clearly, they trained very diligently to learn these routines. There were three very young girls (elementary school age) and three teenagers (junior high or early senior high). The older girls often helped the young ones to get on the horses, boosting them so they could get up on the horse’s back as it moved in the circular path. They also did some team-type routines, where more than one person was on the horse at the same time. Obviously they all had a lot of trust in each other, and in the adult woman who was the coach and horse controller. She also kept up a running spiel as they performed, explaining what was going on.

Full marks to the horses, as well, who never missed a step or seemed to be anything other than well under control. There were two horses, one rather large and one somewhat smaller. They both provided stable platforms for the girls, with nobody falling or hurt in any way. I did notice one young woman rider seem to slip for a fraction of a second, but recovered very quickly.

Watching this reminded Helena of when she was young, in Finland where she was born. They had a horse on the family farm (work-horse), though she didn’t ride herself. Her older brothers did, whenever they got a chance. She said the horse didn’t seem to mind, in fact seemed to enjoy it. They had picked up the horse from a relative, who hadn’t treated it well. She said it seemed to revel in the new family, who treated it well.

At one point, when she was a toddler she and her brothers were on a wagon that the horse was pulling, her father driving the wagon. The wagon stopped for a moment, and she fell off, managing to get her head directly in the path of a wheel, that could do a great of damage, were the wagon to start off again. The horse was usually skittish, and not one to remain stationary. But on this one occasion, her father told the horse to stay still, and it did, giving him time to retrieve his daughter.

Lynn mentioned that she had been riding since she was about 11 years of age. She didn’t have any harrowing stories from childhood, but had fallen more recently and been injured, so she hadn’t been riding for a while. She was still thinking it over, whether to get back on the horse or give it up.

As for me, I have only ridden a few times, most recently in my late teens or early 20s, which was a long time ago. I like horses, but from a distance, especially at at racetrack.

On the way to the parking lot, a volunteer in an open-top shuttle stopped and offered us a lift. I started to say “no thanks”, but Lynn countermanded that and said “sure”. I suppose my female companions looked a bit tired by then (certainly not me!).

We took the ride, as the parking lot was quite a ways away. Again, I felt like a fraud, as I had at the entrance, as I wasn’t very tired myself. I mentioned that to the shuttle driver, as we exited. She just laughed, waved and drove away.


And here's an account of some riding in the country, but bikes instead of horses.

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A Ride on the Kettle Valley Rail Trail

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The Kettle Valley Rail Trail is one of the longest and most scenic biking and hiking trails in Canada. It covers a good stretch of the south-central interior of British Columbia, about 600 kilometers of scenic countryside. British Columbia is one of the most beautiful areas of Canada, which is itself a beautiful country, ideal for those who appreciate natural splendour and achievable adventure in the great outdoors.

The trail passes through a great variety of geographical and geological regions, from mountains to valleys, along scenic lakes and rivers, to dry near-desert condition grasslands. It often features towering canyons, spanned by a combination of high trestle bridges and long tunnels, as it passes through wild, unpopulated country. At other times, it remains quite low, in populated valleys, alongside spectacular water features such as beautiful Lake Okanagan, an area that is home to hundreds of vineyards, as well as other civilized comforts.

The trail is a nice test of one’s physical fitness, as well as one’s wits and adaptability, as much of it does travel through true wilderness. The views are spectacular, the wildlife is plentiful and the people are friendly. What more could one ask for?
What follows is a journal of two summers of adventure, biking most of the trail in the late 1990s. It is about 33,000 words in length (2 to 3 hours reading), and contains numerous photographs of the trail. There are also sections containing a brief history of the trail, geology, flora and fauna, and associated information.

After reading this account, you should have a good sense of whether the trail is right for you. If you do decide to ride the trail, it will be an experience you will never forget.



Friday, 1 September 2023

A Weekend Camping Trip to Long Lake Provincial Park

A Weekend Camping Trip to Long Lake Provincial Park

Sept 1998

A visit to a provincial park can be a nice experience, ranging from a day-trip, a weekend get-away or a multi-week stay. Alberta has a great variety of land-forms, geological regions, climatic zones, and most other geographical categorization that you might think of (well, no coastlines). There are many provincial parks, scattered around the province.


When many people think of Alberta parks, they think of the mountain parks, such as Jasper, Banff and Kananaskis. But there are plenty of other interesting spots, throughout the province. Long Lake Provincial Park, in north-eastern Alberta is one of them. So, here’s an account of a weekend visit.

The park was about a 2 hour drive north-north-east of Edmonton, via Highway 28 or 28A, then Highway 831. Both are decently paved roads, the former being mult-lane near the city. The scenery in the area is pleasant. This is rolling parkland, getting into some larger hills etc. Much of the area is under cultivation, the remainder being primarily aspen forest.

My friend (Brent) and I visited this provincial park on the weekend of Saturday, September 12, 1998 and Sunday September 13, 1998. We camped in tents on the Saturday night. The weather was perfect for mid-September; in the low to mid twenties Celsius, with mostly clear blue skies.

The park is well serviced, with concessions, boat rentals (canoes, water bicycles, small motorboats, jet-skis), bike rentals, showers, a nearby store, campsites (powered and non-powered), laundry, etc.. A 9-hole golf course is also located near the park. Also, there was a trail-riding (horseback) place near the entrance to the park. For winter visits, there is a nearby ski hill, cross-country trails and snowmobiling (which is confined to the frozen lake surface). That was the situation many years ago, and a quick review of their website indicates that this is still largely true.

The availability of canoes was one of the main reasons for choosing this particular park. That turned out to be an interesting choice, as will be related a bit further on in the story. 


 

After arriving at the park and setting up our tents, we went for a hike. There was a trail which went along the shore of the lake for a couple of kilometers, as well as a hiking and cross-country skiing trail of about 5 km out and back that went through a hilly area, ending up on an isolated shore of the lake.

On the hike back from the lake, we came upon a doe and two fawns along the roadside. The mother was very protective and assertive, staring us down and drawing herself up to her full height, making herself look bigger. She approached us slowly, but only got about five or ten meters closer. We made sure not to approach any nearer than 50 meters or so.

After a while, the fawns took notice of the situation and crossed the road into the woods on the other side. The mother followed quickly. The entire encounter probably lasted a couple of minutes, which seemed like quite a while for a deer sighting. It was somewhat reminiscent of being attacked by a mother Ruffed Grouse at Pukaskwa National Park, on the north shore of Lake Superior, earlier in the summer. The maternal instinct was certainly aroused, on both occasions. I think a protective mother deer would be a considerably greater problem than the grouse was, though. Which is not to say that a grouse suddenly flying up into your face isn’t exciting.

We had noticed a lot of animal tracks on the hiking trail. Brent had asked me what I thought they were, as I had recently purchased a book on the subject. I had guessed a deer with some young, so it was nice to see my tracking deduction confirmed.

Being early in the fall, there were a lot of ducks around. They were very unperturbed by the presence of people and could be approached quite closely along the shoreline. In fact, some people were feeding them. One fellow remarked that they must not know that it would be duck hunting season soon. I replied “Perhaps they do know. Perhaps that’s why they like the park so much.”

We dined on campfire hotdogs and beans cooked on the little propane hiking stove. We also drank a dozen beers or so (between us), chatted and star gazed. The Milky Way was visible, and Jupiter was extremely bright. The moon was also nearly full, so the night was well lit inside the tents. There is nothing quite like a dark sky, far from the city lights.

With separate tents, we both slept well. Sharing a tent did not work out very well during our 1996 Kettle Valley biking trip, when Brent finally gave up and slept in the car. He reported that he generally has had trouble sleeping in a tent, so getting a good night’s sleep in the tent was a bit of a breakthrough for him.

The night was quite warm for September, although we both had an extra blanket as well as the sleeping bags, so we were well insulated from the cold. The great advantage of car camping as opposed to self contained long distance hiking or biking is in the extra supplies one can afford to bring along.

Brent got up early, about 7:00 a.m., and started a fire while I slept in until 8:30 or so. He used some dead-fall around the campsite, which had desiccated leaves attached. They went up nicely.

After I got up we had some coffee and another box of macaroni. I tried out the showers, which were located quite a distance from the campsites, about 2 kilometers up the road from the day area. We were informed that this was necessary to insure that the water from the showers didn’t eventually find its way into the lake, due to the drainage in the area. The shower cost a dollar (coin operated), but it gave one ample time, so that was was not an unreasonable price to pay.

After that, we packed up the camp and went to look for a canoe to rent. They had white tandem canoes, fibreglass I think. The paddles were not of as good a quality as the ones that another friend and I had used in Ontario (White Lake Provincial Park) earlier in the year, but were adequate to the task. One had a chunk out of it in the blade, appearing as if a fearsome lake creature had taken a bite out of it.

It was a nice warm day, but a bit breezy. We didn’t realize how windy it was until we had got quite a distance out on the lake. The wakes of some motorboats that were on the lake also helped to disguise the fact that the lake was getting quite choppy.

We had planned to paddle over to where we had hiked the day before, a distance of probably 2 or 3 kilometers. We were really flying along, when I looked behind myself (I was paddling stern) and noticed that the waves were starting to pile up. I suggested that we ought to head back, as it might be quite a struggle against the waves, and therefore might take quite some time.

We turned towards the middle of the lake rather than towards the shore when we made our U-turn. This was probably a mistake, as suddenly we were far out in the middle of the lake with some serious swells to contend with. The waves had whitecaps on them now, and were probably approaching a good two feet in amplitude. During the turning maneuver, when we were parallel to the waves (beam seas, the sailors say), it got a bit scary, as the waves were nearly swamping the canoe, and pitching us quite badly. But we dug in hard, and completed the turn so that we were headed directly into the waves. At that point some water was getting into the boat, but not too much.

We decided to head closer to shore, for security and to get some protection from the waves, so we began to quarter into the waves. Later reading of my canoeing book indicated that this was probably the best thing that we could have done in the situation. Brent did an admirable job of making sure that the wind and waves didn’t catch the canoe and turn us parallel to the waves, which would have been quite hazardous under the conditions. At appropriate times, I pitched in with a power stern sweep to make sure that waves didn’t overwhelm us. I wasn’t all that impressed with the quality of the personal flotation devices we had been provided with, and certainly didn’t want to test them in action, particularly in September waters, which were rather chilly.

Neither of us panicked, so with some hard paddling we managed to avoid capsizing, and eventually made some headway against the waves. Noting a reference tree on the shoreline, I calculated that we were only just holding our own during the worst of the wind and waves. When the wind and waves settled down, we made painfully slow progress, perhaps a few meters per minute.

Eventually the waves died down enough for us to get nearer to the shore, where the situation was much more manageable. After that we attempted to stay no more than twenty meters from the shore. There were no significant hazards along the shoreline, such as rocks, so this was not a problem. There were some submerged tree limbs and shore weeds to avoid, however.

After about 90 minutes we made it back to our put-in. The outbound journey had probably been no more than 15 minutes. It was a good experience, seeing how some fairly serious waves could pose problems. Brent did an excellent job of paddling bow I thought; he seemed to have a knack for it, though he hadn’t actually did any canoeing since he was a teenager. It probably helped that I had had the two days canoeing earlier in the summer with Marvin, and had some idea of what to do.

We agreed to exaggerate our plight and claim that the waves were nearly four feet high, during any future telling of the story. When Brent talked to his brother on the phone, who had some canoeing experience, he laughed at the claim. I suspected that we were overdoing it. Still, I don’t doubt that they were 18 to 24 inches at the worst of it.

It was actually rather fortunate that we didn’t have more problems with the waves, as Brent had two fingers of his left hand in a (flexible) cast, after breaking them some months before in a fall from his bike. As it turned out, the paddling was good therapy.

After our near-catastrophic canoeing episode, we got in the car, which was already loaded up, and headed for home.

All in all, it was a good trip for a quick weekend outing, and the park held some promise for a return visit (which I must do soon). It would be nice to go out there during the weekdays, when there might not be as many motorboats around. It would also be interesting to take bikes, as there were a lot of lightly trafficked country roads in the area. With the golf course and the horseback riding, it would not be difficult to spend an enjoyable week or so.

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Wednesday, 24 May 2023

Another Trip Through Alberta History – The Victoria Trail

 Another Trip Through Alberta History – The Victoria Trail

The Victoria Trail in northwestern Alberta was part of the Carleton Trail, the route from Winnipeg to Edmonton during the 19th century. This route utilized some of the original trails of aboriginal peoples and also incorporated new developments. In the earliest days it was part of the fur trade route, bringing supplies into and taking furs out of the lucrative areas of what is now the Canadian west, either by river or by Red River Cart. Later it became an essential route for settlers as they developed homesteads and communities. This ranged from the early Metis and British/French to later immigrant waves, notably the Ukrainians.


Part of the trail (about 60 km) is still in use, in an area northeast of Edmonton. It still has the “narrow river lot” land system, which is unusual in most of Canada outside of Quebec. This relates to its early settlement by Metis people, who preferred this arrangement to the squared-off Township system that was primarily utilized in the Canadian west, since this gave everyone in the area an outlet to the North Saskatchewan River, which was also a very important travel route.

The pattern of settlement began with a fur trading fort, then later various communities sprung up along the trail. There is a partially reconstructed historical fort (a number of buildings, at least one of which is original, along with some partial palisades), as well as the evidence of some of the older communities, consisting of residences, churches and cemeteries. The area is still being farmed, so there are also many people living in the region. Cultivated fields and farm animals are a regular sight, while touring. There are also some pretty views of the North Saskatchewan River, which is one of the longest rivers in Canada.

This travel blog is an account of a trip to the Victoria Trail and some touring of the area in May 2023, of myself and my son. Basically this was a one-day road trip (about 10 hours in all) from Edmonton, Alberta. However it could easily have been stretched out into a longer trip, as there is much to see and several communities where one could stay for a night or two. That includes the development known as Metis Crossing, which is actually on the western end of the Victoria Trail.


Getting to the Victoria Trail, from Edmonton

Edmonton to Rochester, Hwy 2. Then from Rochester to just past Newbrook, highway 661

My son and I shared the driving on this leg of the journey. That was to give him some extra time behind the wheel, as his university studies (PhD at McGill in Montreal) had interfered with the driving experience (i.e. time and money). He was a little rusty, but picked it up nicely.


We took Highway 2 from Edmonton, turning off near a community called Rochester. Highway 2 north of Edmonton is a relatively moderately-trafficked highway, once one has gotten a reasonable distance away from the city. Rochester was a little place, rather quaint and pleasant looking, with some businesses open, but no gas station as far as we could tell.

Secondary highway 661 was two-lanes, with narrow shoulders, but was in good shape. There was very little traffic at the time we were on it, so it was a pleasant drive. There were some rather winding intervals, featuring some hills, and valleys of waterways. It was quite attractive country, especially around Rochester.

Turn south at intersection of 661 and 831, near Newbrook

Newbrook is also small and quaint. There was a sign for Newbrook Historical Society Space Observatory. Might be interesting to check out some day. (I have a couple of telescopes and Scott has a PhD in astrophysics). Wiki informs us that it was built by Stellar Physics Division of the Dominion Observatory, operating from 1952 to 1957. One of the scientists working there took the first picture of Sputnik 1, the first artificial satellite. Apparently, the historical society has reconditioned this original camera.

This highway (831) was fairly straight and smooth. We passed by an alpaca or lama farm. They are amusing looking animals and apparently very docile. I can recall seeing ads for these on late night TV (i.e. they would sell you the materials to run your own alpaca farm). I believe that the market got overcrowded, so as a business proposition, it was not always so great. But alpacas are supposed to be easy animals to care for, so they still make nice hobby farms for people with time and money. Their wool is extremely soft, so it fetches a good price.

At one point, there seemed to be some oilfield type traffic. Among other things, some large ATCO trailers were being taken somewhere, probably to a rig-site. These trailers make job-office sites as well as living quarters. They were fairly wide loads for a 2-lane highway, but Scott managed it just fine.

There was also a big grain elevator, or that’s what I assumed it was. There may also have been a small rural airport along this route.

Turn east at Waskatenau, onto Highway 28

Waskatenau is actually somewhat off the highway, so we didn’t get much chance to see it.

This highway (28) has wider shoulders, as would be assumed by the numbering (roads with 2 digit designations are generally wider and have more traffic).

Turn south at Smoky Lake, onto Highway 855

We noted an entry point for the Iron Horse Trail, while driving through Smoky Lake. This is a hiking, cycling, snowmobiling trail, that now goes for a long way in north-central Alberta. It was originally a railroad line, but that was taken out and the road-bed was converted to these recreational uses. I have biked a section of the Iron Horse a couple of times, years ago, though not through Smoky Lake, as the trail hadn’t yet reached this area, at that time. It would be interesting to explore the enhanced trail some more.

The sign for Highway 855 is a bit small and easy to miss. The road is also called 50 Street within Smoky Lake (which is a fair-sized place).

Turn onto Victoria Trail, about half-way between Smokey Lake and the intersection of 855 and 45

The Victoria Trail (historic) is on both the east and west sides of Highway 855.

To the eastern side, there is the Metis Crossing development, a rather elaborate tourist and cultural centre.

This development includes a motel, campground, and geodesic domes. The latter are sky-watching domes, which sound pretty cool. You can watch the night-sky from within, and if you are lucky there might be Northern Lights (opening Jun 1, 2023). In addition, their website highlights many cultural activities, celebrating the Metis way of life.


This is worth looking into, for a multi-day trip, rather than just a day trip, as Scott and I were embarked upon.

The photo below is from their website (promotional), the photo above from our trip. As you can see these domes were currently under construction, but I think this is a terrific idea (and they are not paying me to say this, though I think that would be a terrific idea too).


 

Beyond that is the Victoria Tail National Historic Site.

This has a small parking lot, a picnic table, an outhouse facility, and a large collection of plaques, sandstone markers and flagpoles, with information about the historical significance of the area.  By the way, that's my son Scott in the photo.

 

It had a nice picnic spot, where Scott and I ate our lunch, which was composed of sandwich makings (buns, sausage, cheese, butter), cucumber slices, apple slices and coffee and/or juice. Thankfully, there were very few annoying insects about (none, really). This had been a hot and dry spring so far.

Down a ways, from the flag-stand, one could see the North Saskatchewan River. This is the large river that became a gateway to the Canadian Northwest, via canoe and York Boat. For this section of the Victoria Trail, one is never far from the river.

Across the Victoria Trail road was an interesting cemetery, with many old grave markers.

It was up a fairly high hill, so it provided a fairly good workout to get there. The road up there was quite steep, probably a car could do it, but we thought it best not to try.


The area at the top also had a bison ranch, though there were no bison in evidence at the time of our visit (around lunch hour).

Some of the graves went back to the 1800s. Most were old, some were unreadable. Any wooden markers had long since withered away. At least one grave had a sort of small angel, which had a small solar panel. One assumes that it must light up at night.


On the way back down the hill, we noticed a plethora of little dirt mounds, with a hole in their center. We thought perhaps this was the result of some sort of wasps or similar insects that nested in the ground (digger wasps seem like possibility). There were also other suggestions (noted later).


Then, we carried on the east side of Victoria Trail to the Victoria Trail Historical Site.

I believe this also has both provincial and federal government support. It certainly conforms to many of the federal government’s programs, given the multi-cultural aspects of its Indigenous, Metis, French/British and Ukrainian history. Many plaques and signs have been put up, giving details of the history of the site and the general area. There were a few other visitors, but not many, as it was so early in the season.

The site holds a group of buildings, some original and perhaps some reconstructed. In particular, the Clerk’s Building (Hudson’s Bay employee at the time) is the oldest building in the province, that is still on its original site.

There are some other buildings – school or church? There is also a residence for park staff built in the original style. I am not certain, but it might have been modeled on a teacherage, that existed at one point).

In addition, there are remnants (or partial reconstructions) of the palisade, made of log construction, showing the dimensions of the original fort. These partial walls have been placed at the location of the four corners of the original fort. There is also a path to the old ferry landing, on North Saskatchewan River.

We chatted with two women who were employees. They were just setting up for the new season, which would begin on or about the Victoria Day long weekend, most appropriately, given the name of the area. Normally they would be in costume, but today they were in ‘civilian dress’, as the settlement was just being prepared for the opening on that day.


They were very pleasant and helpful, explaining about the fort and the area. They noted the local preference for river-lots, rather than township land division. The younger lady pointed out the approximate dimensions of a river-lot (‘from about that line of trees to the group farther down, past that copse of trees’). Looking at it that way, the lots didn’t seem all that narrow.

I mentioned that it would be nice to bring Ontario visitors for a visit, day-trip or a short stay at Metis Landing. They encouraged me to do just that, saying that they would love to see out-of-town visitors, and by that time they would be in costume.

We discussed various other things, including the mysterious ‘little mounds’. One of the ladies thought they might be due to moles. That brought up stories of moles and mice, including a story of mine, in which we had caught a mouse in a live trap, but it was so quiet that it gave absolutely no indication that it was in the trap, and thus died there.

That brought on a story by one of the ladies, whereby her daughter had hidden a mouse in a chest of drawers, as she was very fond of mice. This resulted in a drawer-full of baby mice. This happened when the daughter was a child, but the lady said that the daughter hadn’t changed much since then, when it came to mice, as she is also a proponent of live-trapping.

After this nice chat, we bid them adieu, and looked around some more, then headed to the western side of the trail, across highway 855.



We then, crossed Highway 855 to tour the western side of the Victoria Trail.

There a quite a number of buildings on this side that go back to the earlier eras of settlement.

We relied upon a very useful document provided by the Alberta government document called Historical Walking and Driving Tours: Victoria and the Victoria Trail”. It includes text and pictures of many notable historic features along the way, as well as maps of the trail (a walking map of the east side and a driving map of the west side). It can be downloaded as a pdf.

A copy of the driving map is provided below, for convenient reference:



This document is a bit out of date (copyright 2003), but still very useful. However, some plaques and roadside markers have been added since that time, so they won’t be included in the pamphlet. In addition, a few of the structures noted in the document seem to have disappeared, probably due to ongoing decay and dissolution (though in some cases, we might just have missed them).

The numbered signs that the document refers to as being along the route are not always there, or are difficult to read. However, those that remain have a distinctive light blue colouring, which is a handy verification that you are on the trail. This is helpful, as the current trail sometimes deviates from the old path, on to range and township roads, which can be a bit confusing at times. So, it is best to keep a sharp lookout while touring. Since these are lightly-travelled gravel roads, you won’t be going very fast, anyway.

Below are some notes about this part of the trip as well as some photos. I won’t repeat all of the sites mentioned in the brochure – you can get that from the internet for further details. The numbering does correspond with the numbering in the pamphlet.

We didn’t stop at all of these locations, but did stop at quite a few of them, to take some photos and read the signage. In addition, we stopped at some new sites, not included in the brochure.

(9) Whitford House:

This building is the last remaining Metis house that was built at the Lobstick Settlement (a lobstick was a sort of marker tree, that could be used as a landmark) that still remains on its original site. It is well over 100 years old, perhaps as much as 150 years old. It is still in remarkable shape – you can look through the windows and still see the layout of the rooms.

The photo below was altered a bit (pushed the brightness and contrast) in order to bring out the details of the house.  Unfortunately, that washes out the blue sky and makes the grass a funny shade of green.


Nearby is a similarly old barn that is also in excellent shape; in fact it appears to have had a zinc roof added recently, so someone must want to keep it in good working order.


NWMP Monument and Plaque

This marker to the journey of the Northwest Mounted Police, in 1874, must be relatively new, as it isn’t listed on the pamphlet. However it is very notable now, along the trail. As the plaque states, what is now the relatively bucolic Victoria Trail was once the most arduous section of the trek to Fort Edmonton.


The intrepid policemen had quite a trip. And here is the monument in its full monumental glory, flags and all:


Warspite Ferry Crossing

Somewhat further down the trail is another recent marker, this one commemorating the location of a ferry crossing, that was used to cross the North Saskatchewan River, before the Waskatenau Bridge was built, in 1963. The site also features several information plaques, which reproduce the rules of ferry crossing at that time. There aren’t many ferries left in Alberta; I have used one near Peace River a couple of times, but I am not sure it is hasn’t been replaced by a bridge by now (once a certain level of traffic is achieved, a bridge is generally cheaper).


 

Red River Cart Statue and Plaque

The Red River Cart was used extensively for many years in the Canadian Northwest, initially as a goods carrier for the fur trade, and eventually by settlers, including Metis.


Simple in design, they were extremely sturdy and could take a lot of punishment. They could also be floated for short distances, to help get over water obstacles. Often, many of these were used in convoy fashion, known as a cart train. They might be pulled by a variety of animals, but oxen were common. It is said that they made a hell of a racket. In time, they were supplanted by powered trains and motor cars.

(10) Holy Transformation Church

Churches were extremely important for the development of communities, so there are often many different churches in a smallish area. This particular church was originally an Anglican church, but ultimately became a Russo Greek Orthodox church. It is still used on occasion and is well kept-up, as you can plainly see.


 

(14) Protection of the Blessed Virgin Mary Church

This very distinct church was an important structure in the town of Eldorena, which was a small community along the Victoria Trail. It has the “onion dome” style common to many Ukrainian churches, with a large central dome and four smaller domes at the cardinal points.


This church is a very good landmark on this part of the trail, as it is so distinctive.

Around this point in the trail, we got stuck behind a slow-moving farm vehicle. But, it did turn off after a while. This is a fact of life on the back-roads. It is best to remain calm about it and just enjoy the scenery while you follow the tractor.

(18) Toronchuk Farm

As you can discern from the name, a Ukrainian family from Toronto homesteaded here. I jest, they weren’t from Toronto, but they were Ukrainian. This was built in a style that was reminiscent of what had been used in Europe, with hipped roofs and plastered log walls. When the pamphlet was written, this structure was still in rather good shape, but, as you can see, the ensuing years have not been kind to it.


I should note that just before you get to this building (or perhaps it is best to say former building), you go over a bridge that crosses a creek.

After the Victoria Trail

Just after the aforementioned forlorn building, you arrive at the intersection of Victoria Trail with Highway 45. This is also close to Highway 830 and Highway 38. Any of these roads can be used to connect back to Edmonton, or wherever you may wish to go next.

In our case, that meant:

Highway 45 to Andrew,

Followed by Highway 855 to Mundare,

and finally Highway 16 back to Edmonton.

 

 

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The highways in northern Alberta and the Northwest Territories give one the opportunity to drive pretty far north, without a lot of elaborate preparations and extreme expense. Starting from Edmonton, one can drive as far north as Yellowknife, NWT, without leaving the hardtop, so an average vehicle can do the trip. There are a reasonable number of fair sized towns along the way, so accommodations are not much of a problem, either. The same goes for food, gasoline and other essentials.

One can also link up with the Alaska Highway, and the Dempster Highway, and make it all the way to the Arctic Ocean. But that’s another story.

Trip number 1 involved driving north through Alberta, visiting several areas of interest along the way, then into the Northwest Territories, to Hay River on the southern shore of Great Slave Lake. The return trip featured a drive through the north-central foothills of the Rocky Mountains.

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