The babby now has a pair of fancy pants with bicycles on them, as he’s all ready to grow out of his 6 – 12 month sized clothes. Made with echino nico bike fabric (which you can still find somewhere if you hunt around).
It’s that time already! Summer is flying by, this month with hiking, bikes, grass, splashing in water, and eating dirt and rocks.
Old Goat Glacier is one of the K-Country hikes that is closest to Canmore. Behind the Spray Lakes campground, it’s easily accessible, tucked under Old Goat Mountain. And it’s a nice enough little walk. As long as you don’t go out expecting too much from the glacier.
I was underwhelmed. Unfortunately my photographer didn’t capture my thumb silhouetted against the sky, but it’s definitely getting a firm thumbs down rating. The glacier obviously used to be much bigger. And there was a nice moraine to walk in along. But otherwise – not terribly exciting. And walking into the dead-end glacial valley was a little bit spooky, with huge walls looming either side of you and ahead.
I managed to stumble on the scree and slammed my shins into some nice sharp rocks, gouging one hole that was deep enough to show the white bits – the bits you see and go “Ooh, that might need stitches”. Being a busy long weekend in town, needless to say I decided I’d manage without sitting in Emergency for six hours, opting instead to go and listen to some free folk music from the festival.
We saw these Mountain Sheep on the way back into town as well. It would have been more poetic if they were goats. Maybe if you just squint at them a bit and pretend.
The Le Mans style start – lots of people trying to run in bike shoes in the mud. It did eventually stop raining, and the course dried up a bit, although remained pretty greasy in some sections for the rest of the race.
Riding over the evil bridge at the start of the race, on my Sunday morning lap.
