Friday, September 01, 2006
Windmills and Combines
We left Calgary Monday the 28th at 5:00 pm sharp. We figured rush hour traffic would be terrible, but we experienced no delays. In 40 minutes we passed the Calgary City limits sign headed south.
You see "Hottie Doggie" in all her blue striped glory here, parked in the Blairmore Municipal Campground our first night on the road. The other picture is the mountain just across the way. We'd been in rolling prairie to this point, from here out would be mountains. But there surely is no place more breathtakingly beautiful than southern Alberta in late August. The grain is ripening gold against green, the farmers are out cutting hay, laying it out into maze-like patterns across the fields. The distant mountains break against the sky like waves of purple stone.
At sundown we reached a little town called Blairmore which had a municipal campground. No services, other than a dumping station and a water spigot, but it looked mighty good to us, as tired as we were. Trucks roared by all night, as we were right on the highway, and none of slept as well as we'd hoped, but we were awake early and ready to get on down the highway. Little did we know what we were getting into.