Travel Log: Horsetheif Canyon, AB.
I was enticed into taking an unprepared hike through Alberta's Horsethief Canyon. I didn't have water or hiking boots, but I did have my phone. As a result I ended up exhausted, but have some nice picture to show for it.
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I have been lucky enough to start a new job recently at Roaring Penguin Software which has given me the opportunity to do a bit of travel for various conventions and other events. The first of these trips was to Calgary, Alberta and having never been further than 50 or so kilometers from the Ontario border, I decided to make a real trip out of it.
The conference ended in the late afternoon on a Thursday at which time I walked to the rental place a few blocks away. The reason that I have so few picture from the trip was a consequence of the fact that I didn't rent a car, I rented a motorcycle and gear. The effort to get off the bike, take off my helmet and fish my camera (my cellphone) out of my bag to take pictures that I'm sure are already available on the web wasn't terribly appealing. That said, the whole drive was extremely pleasant, from the sprawling fields of the prairie to the long, curving climbs through the mountains.
I took the time on the trip to ride East a short way into Saskatechwan, then run back across Alberta via Red Deer, and up into the Rockies as far as Invermere, British Columbia before heading back to Calgary. The most photogenic place that I chose to stop along the way was Horestheif Canyon just outside of Drumheller, Alberta
The following gallery represents the best of my ability to capture the grandeur and beauty of the place. Then I'll ramble on with the remaining details of the trip.
[1/22] The view from the lookout point.
[3/22] Looking back up after the first desent. Lookout is behind the hill and up a few more meters.
[9/22] The journey so far. The road in is the middle section and then the next bump is the lookout point. Three tiny spectators are visible.
[10/22] Steel drum that looked to have been untouched for ages. Obviously I stood it up to leave my legacy.
[11/22] Just some rusty-coloured rocks that seemed to stand out. Feature at top-center leads to next image.
[15/22] Since I was already climbing,I summited the ridge I was on for another view of the landscape. This was from the ridge on the right-hand side of the banner,facing to the left side.
[16/22] Deep scar cutting through the top of the ridge. Sort of hard to make out,but it cuts down about 4 meters then drops straight down into the canyon.
[18/22] I was hoping to find a fossil,but this is all I managed to spot. Turns out fossils like to live underground. Oh,well. A souvenir is a souvenir.
[21/22] On the way back to the lookout point,I turned back again to capture the ridge I had just climbed down.
[22/22] Foremost ridge is again,the one I was just on. I am now just about at the left edge of the panned-left image at the beginning.
Having taken a motorcycle I was only able to pack a backpack-worth of gear for the duration of the trip, including the conference. This was an interesting challenge because after my suit, shoes and laptop, I only really had room for a basic wardrobe and only one water bottle at a time. I didn't have room for food or snacks and didn't bother bringing a bathing suit or a book. It was an interesting exercise in what I really NEED to enjoy a vacation. Turns out, it is mostly just eyeballs
The evening after the conference was dedicated to getting myself to Drumheller. By the time I got to the hotel it was dark, I was hungry and the clock was running 2 hours slow, so I just ate and went to bed. As a result, I was up before the crack of dawn and decided to get a bit of an adventure in before breakfast. This took me East down scenic Highway 10 which supposedly has the best view of the Hoodoos and other geographic weirdness.
These run for several kilometers and after about 20 minutes I decided to turn back. On the way back through I took a detour down 11 Bridges Rd. which is the home to various historic landmarks and reminders of the Old West. As the name suggests, the road features a series of iron and wood brides not much wider than a single lane as it winds over the Rosebud river. The road eventually turned to gravel and so I again turned back and headed back into town.
It was an interesting experiencing riding past old, wooden buildings, coal mines and dismantled buggies while riding a modern motorcycle and listening to Reply All, a podcast about the internet.