June 2nd, 2002:
Cool
today, and mostly cloudy. It started out with little wind, but that has
changed to gusts. Doreen and I biked over to the Cove for coffee,
thinking that would be guaranteed to start the rain coming down, but so
far, no luck. There is a big black cloud off to the east, though, so
there's still hope. We had coffee with Lionel Pelletier; he had been in
Kelvington and said it was raining hard there when he left.
Porcupines have really done a number on one of the
Park's apple trees, down by the Service Center. They didn't bother with
the lower part of the tree, I guess the bark
there
is too tough, but the branches they cleaned off right out to the tips!
What I find hard to understand is how do they get out to the tip of the
smallest branch without it breaking off? A porcupine is a fair-sized
animal.
We stopped at C+V Greenhouses west of Chelan last
week; Doreen got a few more plants to kill, and I got a few
photos. I was impressed with the different types of planters they
sell, some with folk-art painting on them. I was also impressed with
their big orange, white, and black guard-cat!

What a difference a week makes! We drove to Calgary
last Monday; there were no leaves out to speak of until we got past
Humboldt; from there on there were more leaves, but people say it is
still late. Calgary had a couple of rains mixed with wet snow so aren't
too badly off for moisture; North of there, around Three Hills to Red
Deer, they got the first rain but not the second. Farther east, on the
Saskatchewan/Alberta border, they didn't get any. There were very few
potholes with any water in them, even around Calgary.
Our daughter, Sandy, and her best friend and
companion, Blaine Cisna, were married in Calgary, which is why we went
there. It was a very small service, with their attendants, Cheryl and
Pete Sheridan, and Doreen and I and Lucille. Afterwards, we went out for
supper and were joined by our grand-niece, our niece (no relation) and a
couple who were friends of Sandy and Blaine. Sandy had everything all
planned out except for one little thing - instead of ten minutes from
the hotel to the marriage commissioner's, it took forty minutes, because
of rush hour! Nobody cared, though.
We spent the next two days and nights at Three Hills
and Linden (which is where Blaine will be working) just loafing around
and visiting. Since Sandy and Blaine will be living somewhere close, we
thought we might as well get to know the area a bit.
On Friday, we started for home, with a stop (that
turned out to be about three hours!) at a craft shop and tearoom west of
Drumheller. It is called "That's Crafty!" and is run by a most
delightful lady, June Evans. She is originally from Kenaston, and since
I spent some time there (before she was born!) we managed to swap a few
names.
Then we went to Empress, right on the border, where we
found another tearoom and craft shop in an old bank building. The
Ziemans were running it; Mr. Zieman, who is a goldsmith and makes much
of the jewellery on display, is also a photographer, so we found lots to
talk about.
From
there, we went to the Municipal Airport, where we found Len Kornelson
with a stable full of gyroplanes. I can remember reading about autogyros
when I was a kid; they were a cross between an airplane and a
helicopter. They had a rotor instead of a fixed wing, and a propeller
for forward motion. Once the rotor is spinning, it gives the necessary
lift to become airborne. It doesn't take off and land vertically, but it
doesn't need much of a runway, and is capable of maneuvers that a fixed
wing plane could only dream of. They were replaced by helicopters, and
one didn't hear of them for years. A firm in Kindersley started making
small ones a few years ago; I had read of them but had never seen one.
It is a tiny thing; the cab is like a helicopter's bubble, and two
adults fill it. Len took me up for a half hour ride, and it was quite an
experience! Flying forward at top speed (about 75 mph) he could pull it
up short, spin around and be going the opposite direction in seconds. He
can cut the power, drop vertically to within feet of the ground, then
line up and touch down gently or speed away. It's an expensive toy,
though; by the time one buys one and takes the necessary training, he
would have about $45,000 invested.
Empress
is right at the confluence of the South Saskatchewan and Red Deer
Rivers; Len pointed out where the proposed dam would have been built (a
plan that has been shelved, thankfully). He also pointed out a large
ring outlined with stones on top of a hill, presumably for some
ancient Indian rite, and another a hundred yards away, smaller, that he
thought was where a sweat lodge had been. Some things you just don't get
to see from your car window!