Day 12 - Saturday, September 28
Even when they are sub-par, I always enjoy the sunrise as it signifies the beginning of a good day to me. In addition to its quality the sunrise was knocked down yet another notch by the less than desired somewhat disgusting foreground.
The
downtown Walk of History was less than stellar. For starters Rocky
Mountain House was one step away from being a ghost town. How it ever
displayed enough interest to support a walk of history was beyond me.
Lots of gyms and used clothing thrift shops, most all of them closed,
made it easy to look then let's get out of here.
The
next phase was the National Historic Site. Located in a
campground laced with short trails heading who knows where and
highlighting who knows what. Without any information we couldn't really plan a course
for some exercise so while Karen circled a short trail I looked up a
final hurrah to hopefully save the day. One good thing was we crossed
some interesting ground on our misguided quests. For example, I had
no idea oil was an issue in this part of Alberta.
The
Alberta fall colours are still endearing to me so driving on
uncrowded roads made it a good experience after all.
The
final straw was a proposed trip to Siffleur Falls. The trail in was
allegedly four and a half MILES in and back but promised a suspension
bridge. That all seemed well and good but we soon realized the Falls
was 150 kilometres away then the same back again. That seemed a great
distance to travel on a whim, again with no information about the
hike. It looked like it would rain as well. That did it and we turned
around about 50 kilometres in. It was along the highway we arrived on
yesterday so there wasn't even anything to see we had not seen as
close as yesterday.
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