Isn't it clever the way they conceal a 6 story building here

I locked my keys in the car today. I was just walking away from the parking lot toward the Head Smashed In Interpretive Centre when I realized they weren’t with me. I went back to Vincent and he was standing, shifting from tire to tire, a bit contrite…I mean, should he allow me to lock the doors with the keys in the ignition? Sometimes he doesn’t, but there they were, hanging deliciously beyond my reach. Luckily I had my purse with me…and luckily it has a spare. I am not sure if CAA would have come out there. My memory…sigh. But other than that the visit was great. It is a UNESCO world heritage site. Today they had powow dancers and drummers. No matter how far I walked out into the field, the pulse of the drums followed me. Amazing the distance those drums carry. I didn’t watch many of the dances but saw a Jingle Dress dance and remembered Gail’s neighbour whose steps were just as sure even though her regalia was not quite as elegant.

From the top of the cliff. Glad I am not a buffalo.

I had a tasty buffalo burger for lunch and headed, after several recommendations to Waterton International Park, another UNESCO site. I had hoped to camp there at the place where the prairie meets the mountains (thanks Marce and Gail) but believe it or not, every site was booked tonight.  It was a great drive though.  I headed to Pincher Creek where I am staying in another urban campground with internet service and a creek behind me to lull me to sleep.

Waterton Park

More impressive than anything, today I met a couple of young people who are bucking the winds and biking across Canada from East to West. Rene from Ottawa and (oh darn I am so bad with  names – sorry) from Winnipeg, started in Winnipeg on July 17 and are already here. I ran into them earlier today when I was getting gas and thinking I was camping south of here. We arrived at the campground at the same time. They looked hot but were still moving and after showers, they looked positively energetic. I met an older cyclist who is staying in the same campground and he didn’t have the energy to talk. Both had gone about 100 km today. I have to say, sometimes I think that, as slow as I can travel in Vincent, biking or walking has to be the way to see the country. I pass things too fast to even get decent pictures. My knees are cringing (interesting mental picture) at the notion of some of those hills but my imagination and heart really wish I could do it.

A cyclist's dream. Can you see the windmills in the back there?

I kept seeing signs warning of wildlife on the road and two deer, at separate times made me put on my brakes, once pretty hard, mainly because I didn’t see him throw himself in front  of the guy I was following and intending to pass…erp! Since I was stopped anyway, I tried to get pictures but they were moving fast. I have a picture imprinted on my brain though.

With the heat, my walk around the jump area was fragrant and peaceful.

A beautiful drive along the mountains to Black Diamond tomorrow. Doesn’t this make you want to pull out your map of Canada? Maybe while I am at Catherine’s I will put this year on my map.

The edge of the world. There were storm warnings for this afternoon but looking at that, it is hard to believe.