In the end (Over 100 Towns Later)

What started out as a cool way to stay close to home and still have a summer vacation started out as simply visiting the "Big Things" of Alberta, quickly turned into a huge list of roadside attractions to concur. With the kids back at school, summer vacation is truly over. In the end, we visited ? towns/cities, saw ? roadside attractions, went through six list updates, and at least four Alberta maps covered in various highlight routes, black lines outlining our route and approximate driving times. However, my obsession doesn't end there. With still ? small towns and ? roadside attractions left to see, I will have plenty to do in my spare time. Whether I go alone, with a friend, or with family, I hope to keep going places until a thick blanket of snow covers the ground, or too much ice covers the road.

If you're planning a trip, bring a pen and write down your memories as you go. Make sure you have a working camera. I lost a lot of great memories - photos that will never make it into my scrapbook. Set your course with no final destination in mind and have fun. Take in the scenery, meet the locals and drive around. Give yourself more time than I did to enjoy each town and what it offers Alberta.

Maybe one day I can take the boys on a tour of Alberta's festivals, rodeos, historical points or museums. Perhaps I could even take my MIL or biological mom on a tour of antique shops and old graveyards. Oh, Ghost Towns! I like that idea the best. All I know is that one day I would love to see a thumbtack on our Alberta map, showing places I've visited. So for me, the question becomes, when will this obsession end? Is it once there is a tack on every small town or more likely until the next big idea hits me?

However, before I travel again, here are some things that other drivers should know:

• There is such a thing as too slow
• Merge and yield are not the same thing
• The right lane is for slow people
• The white line should not be down the center of your car - you aren't trying to trace it
• A secondary highway doesn't mean it is paved
• Sometimes a map is still better than an electronic navigation system
  

Sept 3 - Home Alone

So much for the mountains. I tried to go...but I guess my stomach had a different idea. Hubby and the boys took my mom to Canmore and went to the mountains without me. I was really looking forward to trying to find that Rooster again.

I also found that Canmore has a few sculptures: Chinook, The Guardian and Plantagenet. Plus, I was hoping to go to Banff to see the $2-million outhouse.

Oh well, a weekend alone to rest will do me some good.

Aug 28 - Is it really coming to an end?

With school starting on Monday, this really is the final stretch of our journey. Where did summer go and how do I still have so many unvisited places on my list?

We left High Prairie and drove S towards Swan Hills, the geological center of Alberta. We took photos with the wilderness scene and enjoyed a quick lunch at the local restaurant. The three kids looked a bit glum knowing we were nearing the end of the road. Once again, we forgot to look for the Center marker before leaving town. Fort Assiniboine to see the World's Largest Wagon Wheel and Pix Axe. I don't think the boys even left the vehicle this time. It was one of those, been there done that moments. I got some lovely photos of the flowers outside the museum. Finding the bear was of course forgotten as we drove towards the farm.

Aug 27 - Next Stop?

We grabbed a quick breakfast in the hotel, sorted out confusion over our bagged lunch, and then went across the road to get photos of the Large, working Sundial (located off of Highway 43, in front of Centre 2000). I have to be honest, I wasn't as impressed as I thought I would be. It was cool, but for some reason I expected more.The sundial measures 40 feet high and accurately tells time. Time capsules are sealed into the sundial, to celebrate the millennium. Unfortunately the World's Largest Trumpeter Swan is no longer in existence. It had to be taken down due to the high level of vandalism. As for the Massey 21 Combine and the Many Lawn Statues, we didn't take the time to look for those.

A slight detour further west to Beaverlodge to view the World's Largest Beaver (Hwy 43). It is really cool. The detail is amazing. The sculpture is 15' high and 28; long. It weighs 3000 lbs.

Continuing our journey N, we stopped at Rycroft next. The large Tepee is located at the Junction of Hwy 49 and 2 (in a very muddy parking lot). It is not in the best condition. It looks like wind as gotten the better of it. After a quick bathroom break, I asked the cashier where I might find the Wooden Train. She was amazed that it had made a website as a roadside attraction; it turns out that her brother was the one who made it.

Located at the Nardam Camp Site (just N of Rycroft, over a little bridge), the wooden train is beautifully carved. It sits atop a hill in the play area. The kids enjoyed running around and playing at the park, despite the wind. While I wouldn't stay at the camp site, the location was a great place to stop for lunch. Not only did it offer the playground, but also a small lake and a covered eating shelter. Our hotel lunch, which in the end proved to be very expensive, was not actually that enjoyable. Although, i must say I did like the Nanimo Bars.

Further N, is Hines Creek - home of the World's Largest Railway Spike (SecHwy 685W & 10St). It is nestled within a garden patch, and cute wooden train and telegraph line. We then went to tour the Hines Creek End of Steel Museum. It is a really cute collection of historical building and various relics. The museum is a self-guided walking tour. My MIL and I stayed together, while the kids ran around getting rid of their excess energy. When we were ready to go, the kids were no where in sight. My MIL and I decided to be evil and start driving away and parking the car somewhere else, to see if they would notice. They did not. We still needed to get out and find them.

Turning slightly S, the next planned stop was Fairview, to visit the Historical Dunvegan Site (I think). It turns out that it is located about 26Kms outside of Fairview, even further S. We decided to skip this stop and drive towards Brownvale instead to see the bull and rider - another town we decided to drive by. While we didn't take any photos we did see the Mile O Monument in Grimshaw, as we drove through on our way to Peace River. What beautiful territory. Wow!!! We eventually found the 12' Davis at the Crn of 102 Ave & 101 St. We then took a quick driving tour around town and stopped at the museum; although, we didn't go in. Unable to find a Best Western type hotel, we continued our journey. Not to mention, it was still relatively early.

Can you hear the buzzing? If so, it is coming from the World's Largest Bee in Falher, Honey Capital of Canada. It looks like it is made with some type of mesh wire. It is very cool. It is about 22' long and 7' in diameter. We were also fortunate enough to stop in at the visitor information center on its last working day of the season. Falher produces about 40% of Canada's honey.

We were now officially on our way home, as we headed S towards High Prairie. Although, not an originally planned stop, this is where we stayed the night. There was a hotel located along the Hwy and it meant we wouldn't have to keep going towards Slave Lake.

Aug 26 - Dejavu

With barely a chance to unpack from our last trip, it was time to leave for our next adventure. The first stop Redwater to view North America`s Largest Oil Derrick, which at one point was the World's Largest. It felt odd stopping there as a tourist, given the number of times we pass through or by the town on the way to visit family.

Family was our next stop. We stopped at the farm to pick up my niece and Mother-in-law who were going to join us on our journey North West. The first stop - Westlock to see the World`s Largest Tractor Weathervane. Along Hwy 18, between Thorhild and Clyde is a mini castle tower. The local story is that the original land owner build it to house the remains of his dead wife. It was a place where he could go and be with her as she rested in peace. Of course, we also needed to show Doodles, my MIL and niece, Mars or Bust. Everyone agreed with Magoo and I that it is a bust.

Once in Wainwright, the boys were not interested in looking around the museum. After my MIL got a few photos it was time to hit Barrhead. Once again we stopped and ate at KFC and forgot to look for the tinman. We did drive around town a bit and saw some lovely old buildings. Leaving town, my MIL took the wrong exit and we were headed S on Hwy 33, when we in fact wanted to be heading W on Hwy 18 towards Mayerthorpe.

I quickly realised that my first time through, all I saw of the Fallen Four Memorial was the sign. This time we went to the actual park and building. All I can say is wow. It is so tastefully done. The artwork is amazing and the letter are extremely touching. It is a very humbling experience.

Now for the long haul toward Grande Prairie, our first over night stop at a lovely Best Western. A quick dinner before jumping into the pool and then returning to the room for a movie and bed.

Aug 24 - Homeward Bound

We were in no big hurry to leave the campground the next morning. We took our time cleaning up the site and cooking our breakfast sausage over the fire. I have to admitted that the idea of having a banana boat for breakfast was very tempting. In fact, I believe we did. I even took the time to get some photos of the horse and dog. We were told that the two were best friends and that the dog rarely leaves the horse's side.

I had originally planned to go east towards Youngstown, but given the extra time at the campground and the fact that we'd already seen tire people, we went north. On my original list Castor was supposed to have a beaver, but I had since learnt that it was gone. Coronation was, therefore, our first stop of the day. The large crown is located on the W side of town, on the N side of Hwy 12 and SecHwy 872. It is in front of a cute little park, complete with a small bridge and other relics and replicas from the past. Further N, brought us to Hughenden. At the crn off Rydberg & MacTavish St is a Black-Eyes Susan made from a tractor tire. My list also indicated that Hughenden was home to a large Slingshot. I was unable to locate any such item. The town is pretty small, so unless it is located outside the town along one of the Hwys, I am inclined to say it is gone.

We were supposed to go to Wainwright; however, given our gas situation Provost seemed like a better choice. It was just barely closer. We filled up and grabbed a very unhealthy lunch of fridge sandwiches, ice cream, brownies, chips, slurpees... and headed towards the centre of town to find the flying car. Turns out we should have just stayed off Hwy Ave (57 Ave), which runs parallel along the S side of Hwy 13. Another quick stop into the gas station for some more junk food and then just down the rd to see the flying car. An old junky car with wings and tail attached. NOT worth a drive just to see that.

Given the detour to Provost, it meant like we'd be able to stop in Chauvin to see the World's Largest Softball (SecHwy 610, W side of town). The town itself is very cute. The people very friendly. Contrary to what Navi told us, there was no Candy shop or small local bakery to be found. Trust me, I not only drove around town multiple times, but also asked a few locals.

Chauvin to Wainwright the Buffalo capital of Canada, to see, you guessed it - Canada's Largest Buffalo Statue (Main St.). Located further along on Main St is Alberta's First Free Standing Clock Tower, which is in fact a war memorial. Remembrance Day celebrations are held there. This seems odd to me given its location in the middle of the Rd. However, I suppose the intersection is imply closed. We stopped in at the Train Museum. It was really cute and of course the staff was extremely friendly.

While we didn't actually look for it, I believe we also saw the Oil Jack Pump (wooden walking beam) along Hwy 14 as we were leaving town. The next stop Canada's second longest Train Trestle, but largest one in use. The drive to it is lovely - very scenic. I wish that we would have been able to see a train approach the trestle from around the corner, but I guess our timing was off. We also pulled into Fabyan, which overlooks the valley.

The next stop was Tofield to look for a Dirty Shorts Grain Elevator; however, by the time we got there everyone was too tired to pull into town to try and find it. We were so close to home at that point.

Aug 23 Hanna - Fox Lake Campground: Who ordered the wind?

About 3 Kms W of Hanna on Hwy 9 is the Fox Lake Campground site. While the sign said swimming in the lake is allowed, I'm not sure that anyone would want to. It looked like it would be very slimy; however the lake itself is nice to look at it. The campground seems to be designed mostly for RVs, and don't offer much in the way of privacy, but some make up for that in size. After circling the site a couple of times, we decided to set-up camp at site 1. It seemed to offer the most in the way of space and possible shelter with all the large trees. What it did not offer shelter from was the wind.

I think that this would have been a better night to stay in a hotel. It was cold, damp and EXTREMELY windy. The three of us couldn't even set up the tent. The wind would catch it like a parachute and fold it in on itself. Eventually, Magoo managed to peg down one corner. However, the ground wasn't very hard and the force of the wind won; the tend quickly decided to fly free. Poor Doodles was trying so hard to force the tent together that one of the rods broke. I tried my best to duct tape it together. Just as things seemed hopeless and we resigned to the fact that we would very likely be sleeping in the van, the campground manager pulled up with our cart of firewood. He was kind enough to help us fix the post, with thinner electrical tape. Having a forth hand also made it easier to stabilize the tent against the wind. Finally the tent seemed to be in place.

The boys started emptying the van and placing items in the tent. Doodles filled up the queen size air mattress. This presented a new challenge: how were we supposed to get the mattress through the small entrance of our tent? With the broken zipper, it offered even less of a hole than normal. We not only fought with the zipper, but also with each other. Our patience was certainly being tested and stretched to the limited. After trying very angles at getting the mattress inside, it was decided that perhaps deflating it was our best option. Problem, we had nothing else top offer comfort from the hard earth that lay beneath the tent and none of us liked the idea of sleeping on the roots and gravel very much. Did I mention that at this point the wind had died down?

We fought some more with the zipper and did at some point manage to open it. I'd love to say that getting the mattress in was easy at that point, but I would be lying. The fly offered a problem of its own. Doodles and I did eventually manage to get the mattress in. At one point he seemed top be pinned between the mattress and the tent, but with some creative shuffling, all was quickly right again: all but Doodle's mood.

I'm not sure what happened to him after that point on, but he seemed content to spend his time as far away from Magoo as possible. It turned out that this meant, sitting in the branches of a tree. Once his hunger took over, he joined us at the fire. I'd like the record to show that I lite the fire on my first try.

I meant a wonderful woman, who was and perhaps still is, riding her bike across Canada. She'd been on the road for three months already. The journey began in Nova Scotia. She seemed a bit worried about the next section heading up and over the Colombian ice fields. Can't say I blame her. I wish that her adventure had inspired me to get back into shape.

Aug 23 - From Space to Prehistoric Days

In Medicine Hat, I really wanted to see the World's Largest Saamis Tepee and the Chess Set. I had seen the Moose (Crn 13 Ave & 28 St: Moose Lodge) on my previous visit and had no desire to go looking for the Boltman (I can only assume it's located in the light industrial area). After an enjoyable breakfast at the hotel, we packed the van and went in search of the chess set. I was told it is next to the Court of Queen's Bench and was given some vague directions. Either the directions were to vague or completely wrong, because I found nothing. Somehow we ended up back on Hwy 2. I guess we were meant to see the Tepee first. It is very clearly marked.

The Tepee is amazing, so was the force of the wind that day. I was able to get quick photos of the boys, before they retreated to the warmth of the van. You'd think they were fragile or something. I stayed out to view the images (I believe there are 10 story boards depicting the history) on the interior of the tepee and to read the various information panel. The tepee itself was constructed in 1988 (in time for the Calgary Olympic Games) as a tribute to Canada's native heritage. The site was once home to a native buffalo camp and processing plant. It is believed that beneath the soil lays a number of artifacts that may one day be discovered, but for now are being preserved where they fell.

After enjoying a peaceful moment and a flash from the past, we stopped at the information centre to grab a local map and go to the restroom. Armed with my map and Navi, there was no way I was going to miss the chess set this time. It is located along 1 St (Hwy 41A) between 4th & 5th Ave. The set is carved from wood and the pieces are certainly large and heavy. The detail these three-dimensional giants is truly impressive. The king is 4 feet tall and the knight weighs approximately 55 pounds. Magoo and I took the time to enjoy a quick game. He had fun teaching me the rules and arguing with me about some illegal moves. Doodles and Magoo played the last bit of the game, while I took some photos of a cute dog and them enjoying their game. I would have liked to stick around to see who one, but a couple of potatoes were waiting for us in Vauxhall.

Driving to Vauxhall meant once again passing through Bow Valley, but I was unable to convince the boys that we should look for the Buffalo on a Weathervane. I decide to take Hwy 1 to Sec Hwy 524 instead. On our way to Vauxhall, we passed through Redcliff, the Greenhouse Capital of the Prairies. It was so cool that I had to pull over and get a photo. Too bad I can't show it to you - camera problems. Ug!!!

Sammy & Samantha Spud are waiting on the W side of Hwy 36 to greet you upon entering Vauxhall. They are the town`s mascots. Located in Vauxhall is fresh pack potato plant. Vauxhall is known as the Potato Capital of the West.

From Vauxhall potatoes to Vulcan spacecrafts, it was time to view the Starship Enterprise and learn some Klingon. However the city Enchant caught my attention. Would there be fairytales to be found? Perhaps some enchanted cottages? While I found no such thing, the town itself is lovely.

Once in Vulcan, it became apparent that my Klingon is non existent. I even learnt that when making the live well and prosper sign with your hands the thumb doesn`t stick out, but stays tucked beside your pointer finger. All these year`s I`d been doing it wrong. To my surprise, I was able to get photos of the boys in the Star Trek character cutout boards. We were even lucky enough to have a nice gentleman to take a photo of the three of us with our heads`sticking out. We went to see the spaceship shaped tourist information centre. The Star Trek machine was broken, but if we`d wanted we could have put on some costumes and taken photos. With none of us being Trekkies, this was of no appeal. Rather than doing the Star Trek walk of downtown, we piled in the van to see if anything was worth the stop. I can see the mass appeal to Trekkies or TV junkies, but to us there was nothing worth the extra effort of stopping, so we left the Star Trek Galaxy and warped to Rosebud.

I got so caught up in the history of Rosebud and it`s well maintained or restored building that I forgot what I was there looking for. It was really neat to see all of the historical notes making the various points of interest. I believe that my original quest was to find some type of miner or sculptures, or perhaps it was a sculpture of a miner. There is of course the Rosebud Centennial Museum and the School of the Arts. Nearby is also a golf course.

After my driving tour of Rosebud - boy I am starting to feel lazy. We could have, and in fact should have, walked around most of these small towns. Anyway, after driving around Rosebud we were headed towards the prehistoric era in Drumheller. Not only are their numerous dinosaur statues, it is also home to the World`s Largest Tyrannosaurus Rex (1 Ave & 25 St/Hwy 9). I don't recall what the boys were doing, but I kept teasing them that if they didn't stop I'd make them get out and take a photo with every dinosaur statue in town. I was kind enough to pay for the boys to enter the Tyrannosaurs. After walking up 100 some steps, you find yourself inside his mouth overlooking the town. I do not recommend this walk for people such as myself who have knee problems. At the top my vertigo problems also kicked in and I found myself feeling dizzy and nauseous, not a good combo given that I still needed to walk back down. I don't think it helped that it was windy, and it felt like the mouth was moving.

When we got down, I was looking forward to purchasing a nice tea from the little shop across the road. It was however, closed. Why can I not find an open tea shop on this trip? Is it because I sell tea and Hubby is always telling me not to wast my money buying it in other places? If so, not fair. I don't want to buy loose leaf teas, I just wanted to enjoy a fresh cup. Perhaps I'd have better luck in Delia. However, first we needed to backtrack a bit to Rosedale. I wanted to walk across the suspension bridge. Here I did find a statue of a miner as a headed towards the Star Mine Suspension Bridge. It is over 110 meters long and was build as a pedestrian bridge over the Red Deer River in the early 1930s for the Star Mine Coal Workers. The bridge has been updated and maintained for safety reasons.

From here the boys wanted to find the Atlas Coal Mine National Historical Site near East Coulee. We'd done the tour years ago; however, they were much too young at the time to even remember it. Unfortunately the shortest tour was about an hour long. We looked at the building and artifacts we could see without having to pay and then returned to the road. We were off to Delia (The Tin City?), but first I needed to turn around and start heading back in the correct direction - opps. So much for my good sense of direction.

Delia is home to a large wooden windmill and also the Mother Mountain Tea House and Restaurant. Oddly, I forgot to pull of the Hwy and head that way for my tea. Perhaps subconsciously, I was worried that the boys would want me to buy them dinner there. I believe I also saw a sign that said Welcome to Tin City somewhere around Delia. If memory serves me it was due to all the I got my photos of the windmill and was looking forward to setting up camp in Hanna. These past two days had been some intense driving. On our way to Hanna, we saw a sign a local farmer's meat sales. I turned around and we went back. We arrived a few minutes after 6, but they were kind enough to let us in. We bought a couple different flavours of pepperoni sticks and some apple/honey breakfast sausage. The couple was very kind and gave us an extra pack of sausage for free. Doodles used a bit of his own money to buy some more pepperoni.

Now onto Hanna, where we'd need to stop for some cash and some ketchup and mustard. I'm not sure what it is about ketchup and mustard that we are continually forgetting to pack them before we go camping.

Aug 22 - Further South: How many small towns in a day?

After repacking the van, I was bringing back a number of boxes for my next garage sale, it was time to say farewell. The first stop was Safeway. I wanted to buy some batteries for my Camera; I wasn't about to do this trip without getting any photos, plus, it also gave me an excuse to pick up a Starbucks drink for the road. After that, the trip looked like it might be going down hill.

With the first stop barely outside of Calgary in High River, Magoo was feeling car sick. He ended up throwing-up in a garbage can at the Commemorative Bell (12 Ave & 5 St: across the road from the Sheppard Family Park). I think it is because he didn't eat breakfast, but who knows. After that we went to find the 7-11 (1 StSW & 3 AveSW). My list told me that I would find some wolves there. Navi was no help, of course. I am starting to wonder if maybe it isn't Navi at all, but rather me. Anyway, I wasn't sure what to expect in the way of wolves. To be honest, I figured they'd be some metal things and not worth the stop. However, they were lovely wolves, carved from wood.

The boys grabbed a bit to eat and seemed to pick up in spirits. I asked a few people where the Medicine Tree could be found and was given two different answers. I was surprised that more people didn't seem to know about the Medicine Tree given its historical relevance in the town. I went to 9th & 9th, but was certainly not in the right area. I found myself at the Medicine Tree Manor or something like that. It looked like a long-term care facility. I turned around and went to find the park where the first guy thought it was. He was corrected. The Medicine Tree is located in George Lane Memorial Park along McLoud Trail. The park itself is lovely and full of cute little black squirrels. I got a number of photographs. We stopped in at the washrooms before hitting the road again. I also got a picture of a cute barber shop post.

High River is a much bigger town than I realized, full of historical building and well painted murals. It was neat to see where Heartland is filmed. The boys and I have enjoyed many a Sunday night cuddle on the couch watching the show. It is one of the few really good family shows left on TV.

Another stop at 7-11 for some more food and then off to Nanton. I didn't dare tell the boys that this wasn't on my original list of stops. I just wanted the opportunity to look at the antiques and walk about town. I didn't think they would object much given that it also meant stopping in at the Candy Shop, my treat.

Nanton is very quaint little town, located S along Hwy 2. We'd stopped there before in 2008, on our way to Waterton National Park. After a stocking up on candy, we went back N up the Hwy a bit, so I could walk around outside the Air Museum and get some photos of the Bomber Memorial Wall. It is also worth it to walk around town to view all the historical building and to stop in at the School House Visitor Information Centre.

We had a small chuckle as we left Nanton behind what appeared to be a carnival truck, pulling a bunny ride of some sort. Given how slowly we were driving, the plan was for the boys to hop off and steal us each a huge plastic bunny. However, there obstacles stood in our way:

1. is against the law to steal
2. getting out of one moving vehicle and onto another doesn't seem like the smartest of safest thing to do (perhaps that too is against the law)
3. where would we put the bunnies? Our truck was too small and even if it had been big enough, it was full with boxes and camping gear

In Starvey we were on the look out for a Cowboy and Horse (located at the S entrance of town on Hwy 2). This is not worth the stop or the risk of getting off the Hwy to get a photo. It is simply a flat metal cutout of each, similar to the signs/cutouts that you can see on people's fences or ranches.

We decided to stop in a Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump. The boys had enjoyed it in 2008. My notes say 18 Kms, but what I don't recall is from where. 18 Kms W off Hwy 2? 18 Kms from Fort MacLeod? Thankfully Navi actually had it listed as a main attraction for the area; although, I would have been better off following the main tourist signs. As usually, Navi had her own convoluted route in mind. We seemed to be off roading it through farmer's fields. There were cow pies on the tracks and cows walking freely around us. It was crazy. Thankfully if we got stuck we weren't in the middle of no where like we'd been when trying to find Dewberry.

My lazy boys wanted to take the bus service up from the parking lot to the entrance; I can't say I objected that loudly or even for that long. However, part of me was looking forward to stretching out my legs. Who knew that my calf could hurt so much with simply driving? It cost us close to $30 to get in. Once inside they boys didn't even seem that interested in exploring the building. I wasn't interested in walking the outside paths. As it turns out they were recommending that people stay off the trails due to the high winds and a bear in the area. We toured the facility quickly and went to the cafe to grab a very expensive lunch. We had to wait a fair bit for the food to be ready. I stayed in the cafe while the boys wondered around some more. We ended up getting our food to go and walked (or should I say got blown) down to our van. Magoo didn't like his buffalo burger, of course. I tried to remind him that he didn't like it in 2008 before he even ordered it.

The next stretch of our journey was one of my favourites all summer. This is one of the few times when I wished that I was a passenger to enjoy the views and get some photos. From Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump to Pincher Creek (along SecHwy 785) you drive through what I like to call Windmill Valley (a number of Wind Farms). There are hundreds of these huge giants rotating in the wind. In some spots you can even hear their huge blades cut through the wind. You also pass a couple of creeks and over a dam. Plus, the colours of the landscape and the view of the distant mountains makes you feel like you are driving in another province all together. It is hard not be captivated into the calming essence of the area.

Pincher Creek is home to, you guessed it, the World's Largest Pinchers (Main Street and Police Ave). Across the bridge, they have a lovely Tourist Information Centre and gift shop. Everyone there is really friendly. The garden out front are beautiful. Beside the centre is the museum. Given time we didn't stop in, but it looked cute. I believe it is called the Kootenai Brown Pioneer Village.

Our next scheduled stop wasn't until Lethbridge, but I wanted to take a quick tour of Fort MacLeod. There is The Fort Museum of the North West Mounted Police and a well maintained historical downtown, with murals. I believe there is also a historical Police Barracks.

Lethbridge has the World's Highest Wooden Train Trestle and also a large Wind Gauge. I'd seen the train trestle when I visited quickly last year, but didn't get the opportunity to stop and look at it. We pulled in off Hwy 3 and went down to the golf course when I took a few photos. We then went up to the Brewery Garden, where the visitor information centre is located. The gardens are beautiful and offer great views of the trestle. The gardens have some walking trails, cute little waterfalls and a few information boards.

A lovely drive down NW Corner Scenic Drive to the other visitor information where the wind gauge can be found. At this point my boys started complaining that they were hungry again. I don't recall if we stopped or not. Lethbridge is also home to the Galt Museum & Archives and Fort Whoop-up Interpretive Centre.

We continued along Hwy 3 to Coaldale to find a bald eagle statue. My first thought was to check the Alberta Birds of Prey Centre. The centre was closed, but the area around it is well maintained and very quite. We saw various ducks and geese in the small pond, but no statue of a bald eagle. As we headed back towards Hwy 3, I noticed the statue across the intersection (20th St & ?).

We would have been going to Chin to see a trout, but one website told me it was gone, so we skipped it and went to Taber to see the Large Cornstalk (NW side of Hwy 3). I got some lovely photos of the cornstalks and some artifacts in the area. I also captured some sunflowers in a near by flower bead. I was truly shocked at the size of Taber. In my mind it was a very small town. I think that the 1999, school shooting left me with that impression; although, I am not sure why it would have. I had originally planned to camp around here, but the boys wanted to keep driving.

I picked up some snacks and we set out towards Burdett. As we approached Burdett, I realized that we forgot to look for the Big Women and Big Bike in Taber. Neither of the boys wanted to turn around and go back. I guess I don't really blame them.

On the N of Hwy 3 in the town of Burdett, you will find Canada's First Irrigation Pivot. Now of course, you see them everywhere. Burdett to Bow Valley, home of Spitz Sunflower Seeds. The first object on my list was the World's Largest Putter (Hwy 3, E side of Town). Located almost right beside it is the Pinto Bean. The boys seemed to be relatively OK with getting out to take a photo with him. Maybe they have finally given up the fight; knowing that grumpy or not I will get the photo. We also passed by the Bean Pot Water Tower, although I didn't try to get a photo. I had a great mission - find the large sunflower. There was no way I was missing my chance to get a photo of that. As it turns out, we need to get back on the Hwy towards Burdett to find the Spitz Processing Plant (it is 12K S off SecHwy 879). It was a grant as I imaged it would be. Keep in mind that I love sunflowers. Being surrounded by them during this last stretch, it was hard not to pull over to get photos.

The boys were hoping that the processing plant would be open, so they could get some free sample. I'm not even sure if they offer them. There was a building located just outside the plant gates. It looked like someone might live there. After much laughter and discussion, I agreed we could go knock on the door. Our story: I really needed to use the washroom. As we walked up the steps, our sense of smell was tantalized with the aroma of BBQ stake. Hum, could we convince them to invite us in for dinner? In the end it didn't matter; no one came to the door, so we drove off empty handed. I asked the boys about camping, but neither seemed that interested. Rather than taking a large detour towards Milk River to find the Raptor statue, I headed back toward Bow Valley. I decided to pull off the main Hwy to get a photo of the Bean Pot Water Tower after all. Why not?

It was starting to get late and I was both tired and hungry, as were the boys. Not to mention the restlessness and bickering that had started up. Our mission: find a good cheap hotel in Medicine Hat. Yes, you read that correctly a hotel. My boys wanted one night of luxury. I was disappointed that they didn't want to camp, but didn't think it necessary to disagree. This vacation was just as much about them having fun as it was about us enjoying quality time. Certainly not cheap, we found a Best Western in which to set up camp, as I jokes with the boys. Our open fire dinner was from McDonalds and our lake was a nicely heated indoor pool. Watching the fire was in fact laying in our beds watching A-Team. It was certainly a tough night of roughing it.

Aug 21- Heading South - Short Stop

Back in the van and our way to Calgary. Ponoka is home to the World's Largest Bucking Saddle Bronco & Rider. It is located off Hwy 53 at the Stampede Grounds. Beside it is what looks like a new tourist information centre. My boys took advantage of the opportunity to buy themselves each a bag of chips. I, of course, looked for more brochures. I'm hoping to get enough of the various places to use in my scrapbook. While in Ponoka we forgot to look for the small church. I was on a deadline to get to Calgary before the family picnic.

We also stopped in Red Deer. I got a picture of the Teapot marking Glenn's Tea House and the Windmill on the Doughnut Mill (both off Hwy 2 S along Gasoline Alley). While in the Doughnut Mill, we bought a few fresh pastries. As we were leaving, I got a picture of two statues on a truck. I thought it was ironic to see them sitting for sale on the truck bed as we were busy touring similar attractions around Alberta.

On our way into Airdrie I saw the large cowboy that we missed when we were out with Hubby. It is located in a RV lot if I recall correctly. Once passed Airdrie it was time to find Balzac. Hint number one; don't blink or you will miss it. We pulled off the hwy and turned onto SecHwy566. There is a very cute little restaurant: Rocking Horse Dinner. It actually has a rocking horse on the building. No one seemed to know where I might find the cacti in Balzac. Oh well, off to my Bio-mom's house. On our way, we noticed a small collection of Cacti on the E side of Hwy 2. I certainly wouldn't say they were in Balzac, nor would I go out of my way to stop for them. I soon discovered that these green metal catcti are a plenty in Southern Alberta. From the CrossIron Mills Shopping Outlet caught my eye - not because of the size but because there appeared to be some type of sculpture or build in design on the building and I was trying to figure out what it was supposed to be - perhaps a bird.

Unfortunately, Navi isn't updated with all the new roads in the Calgary area; in fact, she doesn't seem to like Calgary much at all. I ended up taking Stoney Trail to far SW. The good part about that was I found a Starbucks. I called my Bio-mom to tell her I was lost, but asked if she needed me to pick up anything. I talked to her hubby and got some directions; although, i lost tract of the right and left turns. I picked up some plastic forks and got back to to Sarcee (I think).

Navi told me to turn left when my gut told me to turn right. However, I went with Navi and ended up going to far E, in a whole bunch of barely moving traffic, due of course to construction. I pulled off and ended up going to far S. In the end we did a huge circle and ended up at the same intersection where I should have trusted my instinct and gone right. We were back on course. Eventually we arrived at my Bio-mom's house where we were to spend the night.

After a lovely family reunion type picnic, we went to the Bow River to enjoy a new event called Lighting up the Bow. Somehow on the walk there the battery managed to fall out of my camera. How do these things happen to me? This was an unfortunate event to be without a camera. There was a drumming circle, which Magoo and I joined for a bit. I also would have gotten a great shot of a bird flying with a fish in its mouth. Missing these photos opportunities was hard enough, but once they started dropping the lite balloons off the bridge and into the river my heart sank as I thought about all the missed opportunities. Magoo had no problem about bugging me with "look at what you missed" or "you should get a picture, wait you can't".

It was really cool watching the balloons fall from the bridge to the water below. The balloons were being herded through the river by a group of kayakers. At first we didn't understand why they were being dropped in slowly in small groups. Every once in a while, we'd chuckle as a group of balloons would get stuck on the string and not fall properly, or as they'd drop to the waiting kayakers and hit them. However, near the end we went and stood on the bridge to get another perspective - from the bridge you couldn't see the spaces, and it really did look like the balloons were lighting up the river.

August 19 - The not so short day-trip

With Doodles still at Hockey Camp and Magoo actually interested in seeing some big things, I decide that we should head out again today. I figured if we waited for the sun to actually shine again, we might not get anymore trips in. The friend who joined us the other day, was hoping to join us again, but Magoo had been looking forward to us going alone.We hadn't had a special day with just the two of us doing something fun this summer. We got the dogs in the van and were ready to go. Unfortunately Navi was in the car parked at Hubby's work. I was that worried, because I'd been to Alberta Beach before.

Okay, so maybe I can't recall a shortcut to Alberta Beach from when I was 10 or 11 years old. How is that my fault? I mean the stupid smog was messing with my sense of direction and the smokey smell was starting to give me a headache. Plus, Magoo was talking and kept asking me to look at things...hello driving can't look. Besides, Hwys shouldn't cut-off and restart. After eventually giving into the reality that SecHwy 633 wasn't going to get me there, well that and the fact I no longer think I was even on it, I had to finally conceded that I was lost. Magoo and I decided that our dog Charlie would be our guide. Whatever way he looked was the way he turned. Not totally paying attention, we kept going R and then R...I'm still surprised that we didn't end up back where we started. After eventually turning left, I found myself in familiar territory; however I certainly didn't go very far given how long we'd been driving. I was on SecHwy 779 heading toward Spruce Grove. I took this opportunity to stop for gas and empty my poor bladder. It was then time to hit Hwy 16, which should have been my original route, but my pride was so sure I knew the short cut.


Depending on your definition of roadside attraction, along Hwy 16 there is a horse on a post and a teepee frame. The Cougar Creek Golf Course also has a magnificent entrance, complete with a water feature.

The dew in the air didn't make for the nicest day to be at a beach, but we still had fun. I was shocked at how much it had grown over the years. I kept trying to find the old cabin, but most of the older areas seemed to look the same. I think I did find the old store we'd walk to for ice cream. I had a lot of fun their walking the pier, swimming and boating. I wish we had a lake lot to take the boys to. Although if we had one perhaps we wouldn't see as many other towns. I couldn't find the large heart, but I did get a photo of a totem pole. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince Magoo to get out and take some time to walk around; although perhaps it wasn't the best day for that - hard to get a sense of the beauty and tranquility it has to offer with so much smog.

The town itself has some a cute antique shop in what looks like old church and Heritage Village Park - it didn't look like much, but to be honest at that point I think I just wanted to continue on, the smoke was starting to bother my eyes and giving me an even bigger headache. Plus, my short trip was quickly turning into a longer one, and we still had one more stop to make before going home. Alberta Beach is another town linked to the CN history of Alberta and even in the early 1900s was a popular summer escape. Every year it hosts the Lac Saint Anne pilgrimage.

After my trials and tribulations of RRs and trying to find Alberta Beach, I decided that it was best to go back onto Hwy 16 to find Wabamun. However, this didn't seem to work for me either. Apparently, you don't want to take the Provincial Park turn off - this does not connected to the town of Wabamun. It took me down more strange roads, past some golf course and through some native territory. Don't get me wrong the landscape was beautiful, but I was not only to far S, but also to far W. We eventually emerged at Seba Beach and back onto Hwy 16 (about 18 Km to far W). Basically, we drove in a big square (how did people survive without navigation systems? Getting so mixed up with directions is actually odd for me, normally I am good with directions - I felt somewhat foolish and somewhat helpless. Good thing Magoo was in good spirits and their for company.)

Finding the Large Dragon Fly was easy to do, once we actually got the correct turn off toward the town of Wabamun. The World's Largest Dragon fly is made of all recycled material. It is really neat to see the features. I tried to get the dogs to pose for a photo, but that didn't really work at all - one would sit, the other would stand, or they'd simply start to walk away. At one point my smallest dog, Buzz, was even thinking about crawling into the small water drainage pipe. Thankfully, we were able to stop him.

Magoo was tiered, so I wasn't able to convince him that we should drive into town for some ice cream. He just wanted to get home. After our short adventure, that turned into almost a whole day, who could blame him. I believe they have a great rodeo in Wabamun. It is unfortunate that after the 2005 oil spill the lake seemed to get somewhat of a bad reputation. I enjoyed going to camp there as a child.

August 17 - I'd Call it a Bust

My friend asked to join us for a day of touring. How could I say no? It was the perfect opportunity to give my van a chance to recover after repairs and to rack up mileage and use gas in someone else's car. With Doodles at a summer hockey camp, Magoo is the only one to join us. He genuinely seems excited.

This road trip is where I was again find myself questioning the definition of roadside attraction.

Our first planned stop is up by Athabasca, located at the Ghost Lake campground (Hwy 2 & TWP Rd 683) is a large chair. It is behind a fence to stop people from climbing on it, but still very cool. Magoo was disappointed that we couldn't climb it to sit down. I have to agree that would have been even cooler. It amazes me that people find the time to build these things. Heading towards Athabasca on the W-side of Hwy 2 about 7km N or town is a cute little miniature train set-up on some one's farm. They have created a small picnic area there for visitors. Also N of Athabasca is a "Field of Dreams", which appears to be nothing but a row of combines. There is also a fence with a bunch of plastic rocking horses, and I find myself wondering if that is what was once the Rocking Horse Ranch. Still N of Athabasca, about 1Km is a metal moose.

"Mars of Bust" is located in Rossington, a small town located just outside Westlock. I have no idea what we are looking for, but assume it is some type of rocket. I have very odd directions Hwy 18 - 2Km E SecHwy 776. So, we drive to SecHwy 776, head N for about 4 Km and see nothing. my Friend asks if I'd like to go back to Hwy 18 and continue a few more Km W, since we had to past the E side driving to 776 and saw nothing. I tell him not to bother. It might be one of these things that is gone. Heading back towards Westlock, something catches my eye - a small rusted rocket type thing. Sure enough hidden in the trees is the rocket, with the words "Mars or Bust" on it. Let me tell you, it is certainly a bust. Even Magoo agreed that this made the pig and Depression Pete look good. My friend pulled back around so I could get a photo. There was no way I'd keep going without one. Not only did we drive by it today, but we'd driven right past it in July on our way back from Carson-Pegasus. What I want to know is, how on earth did this make any one's list as a roadside attraction? As for the town of Rossington, I'm not even convinced it is exists. All I could see where a few house.

August 12 & 13 - The Van & Weather are Keeping us Home

I guess it must be time for a break; the van is still in the shop and the weather has decided to stay wet and dreary. I'll use this time to organize my photos, revisit my maps and update my spreadsheet.

August 11 - Another Camera Scare

What is the point of taking all these photos if my camera is going to continue acting up? Thankfully I have a wonderful husband, who has the patience to calm me down while trying to retrieve what data he can. Not only is taking photos one of my enjoyable past times, but it also leads to scrap booking and visual reminders of all that we've seen and done.

With so much family overseas, it is the only way I have to show them our experiences and what things are like around home. One day I would love to get a new camera with a great lens. I would take even better photos for my Roots of Empathy class, my son's hockey team, the school year book and gifts.

The next obstacle is the poor fuel consumption on the van. Hubby wants to take it into the shop to have it looked at and get the oil change. He would also like them to look at the tires and some other things. Hopefully it won't hold us up for long.

August 10 - Trail of World's Largest Leading us Home

As disappointed as I was to leave nature behind us and return to the city, I was looking forward to seeing more of Alberta. In fact, I think I was the only one excited about continue our tour of big things. The boys and hubby were more than ready to get home or would have preferred to stay at the lake camping.

I wanted to return to Elk Point to view the Mural Park (5201 50 Ave). I had no idea that it was there my first time through. Basically it is the history of the air depicted on a wall. I believe the images span over 100 years. It is over 100' long and about 8' tall. The boys actually came out of the van to look at them. I'm not sure if it was by choice or because Hubby forced them to, but it was certainly more enjoyable to have some company. I'd like to hope that they weren't just pretending to be interested.

Doodles was of course hungry and wanted to stop somewhere to eat. I thought it would be a good idea to swing through St. Paul on our way to Glendon (main street), but Hubby didn't want to take any type of a detour. I can't recall where or if we stopped to eat. The boys were excited and enjoyed seeing the World's Largest Pyrogy. The pyrogy, complete with fork is 25' tall. Unfortunately, the local restaurant was closed. We really wanted to try some of the local pyrogies. After a number of photos it was off to Saddle Lake.

The shortest way to Saddle Lake was through St. Paul, so Doodles got his wish and we bought something to eat. If I was to harbour a guess, it was likely Tim's. Hubby had no interest in stopping at the spaceship landing pad. Saddle Lake is part of the Cree Nation and supposed to be home to a large Cree Indian Metal Sculpture. According to my notes it rests in front of the Manitoukihew Centre, which given the size of the reserve could be just about anywhere. Hubby was tired of driving on gravel roads and having to stop over and over again for the wild dogs, so I told him to to worry about finding it and to just head back to the main hwy.

Our next stop was Vilna to see the World's Largest Mushrooms (50 Ave & 48/49). Once again, I was disappointed to see how much graffiti was on them. The mushrooms weight over 18,000 lbs and is 20 feet high with a 15-foot diameter. I would have loved to visit their historical main street, which I believe is home to Alberta's oldest pool hall and barbershop. The main street offers an interpretive walking tour, complete with plaques that tell the story of Vilna's rich history and once a key boom town.

Willingdon is home to the World's Largest Lapel Pin (50 Ave/Hwy45), although I have to be honest, I am not sure that it is worth the visit. It almost looks like simply a paining on a rock. Perhaps if I'd had more time I would have found something of greater interest in town.

Andrew is home to the World's Largest Mullard Duck (50 Ave & 50 St) and of course our current premier Ed Stelmach. The duck is about 23' tall and is their to recognize this as a popular breeding ground for the birds and the local wetlands.

We navigation route took us further north to Smoky Lake, which is known for its large pumpkins (Railway Dr & Wheatland Ave). The tourist information booth, railway museum and art gallery are also located in the area of Pumpkin Flag Park. Every October, Smoky Lake has their Annual Pumpkin Fair and Weigh Off.

Just one more stop before reaching the farm to pick up our dog, Waskatenau to see the RCMP Memorial Stone Marker. This is an area that Hubby is all to familiar with, as he spend time at their in his teen years. I would also have liked to see the 1919 Wooden Railway Trestle, but perhaps next time. I did manage to see their small Inukshuk, located in their heritage garden, although my photo didn't turn out very well.

The interesting part about today's drive for me was that we followed so much of Alberta's Iron Horse Trail. It is Alberta's longest and oldest continuous trail. "Mile Zero" at Abilene Junction is the center of the three trail branches extending southwest to Smoky Lake, northeast to Cold Lake and southeast to Heinsburg. The actual trail is not accessible by vehicle, it less it is a quad or some other small off-roader.

August 8-9- In the Middle of the Lake

As we pulled into Ross Lake, it was easy to remember why this hidden gem had quickly become a favourite of ours. You are instantly removed from civilization and surrounded by the beauty of nature - huge trees providing walls of privacy. The boys were reluctant to return to A9 because of all the red ants, so we drove to site D and then C. My memory had served me correctly and these two sites were by reservation only. We did a quick tour of A and B. Finding the perfect spot is important. We pulled into a couple of spots, got out and walked around, but none of them felt right. Given that it wasn't very busy, we went back and found a nice spot in the C loop. The fun started as we tried to make reservation.

I tried to phone the 1-800 number and kept getting a message saying that the voice mail was full and couldn't take messages. I tried to go online with my phone, but was missing some of the apps needed. I guess that happens when you don't have an iPhone. Eventually I asked our camping neighbours, and they gave me another number to try. This one also had a voice mail telling me that the office was now closed for the day. Great. You'd think they'd want my money and make this easier. I'm sure there are some people who take advantage of this and just stay for free. The honour system doesn't always work.

We got an envelope to pay at the self-registration center; although, we were still reluctant given that it was technically a reserved spot. I called one of my friends and asked him to see if he could register online for us. After dealing with his own computer problems, he phoned back to say the spot was reserved. It seemed odd to me that he didn't ask for a credit card or give us a registration number, so I phoned him back. He looked deeper into the site and figured out that he needed to actually create an account and log in. Finally all was done - site paid and registration number received.

I went over to say hi to the camp ground hosts. They are so much a part of what create the welcoming experience the last time I was here with the boys alone. We caught up on my adventures and had a brief visit. I also met a mother who was there alone with her four kids. She even had twins, who I believe were under a year. People thought I was crazy going out camping alone with the boys. If I am not mistaken, her husband would join her on weekends.

Later that evening the hosts stopped by our site to meet Hubby and drop off some more firewood. The following evening they stopped by for a slightly longer visit. I made sure to get their email, so we can keep in touch. It turns out that the woman is a fellow Leo.

We spend a great deal of our time at the public beach. We played Marco-Polo and splashed around. We went out in the hosts' paddle boat, so nice of them to lend it to us. We went out ion our boat. It was great fun. The boys enjoyed being in charge of the paddle boat on their own, while Hubby and I floated around in the dingy. At one point we tried to switch boats, but I was very quickly reminded that I have no upper body strength what so ever. I couldn't pull myself into the paddle boat. Hubby tried to help me, but my silly boobs kept getting in the way, and contrary to what he kept asking me to do, women can't suck in their busts. I was able to pull down the side of the dingy, letting in some water, as I pulled myself back in.

I enjoyed watching the boys play out in the lake, as I sat on the shore playing in the sand. I had fun making more silly sand creations. I was even joined by a couple of young boys at the beach. I wish that we could have stayed longer, but am looking forward to going back again, hopefully next year.

August 8 - Time to Show Hubby Whitney Lakes

After packing up our tent and parting ways with our friends, we are heading back up NE to what has been our favourite campground this summer - Ross Lake. Would I go back to Ol' MacDonald Resort? Likely not. I found it to crowded and not worth the money. I think they should have an arm band for resort guests and include the cost of the activities in the registration for the site. However, after having Navi try to lead us out of the area and seeing more of Buffalo Lakes, I would certainly go back and try another campground, maybe the provincial park by Rancho Sands.

Eventually, Hubby decided not to listen to Navi and to go back in the direction we'd just come from and retrace our original steps back to the SecHwy 601. We were back on track to see some of the items from my original Big Things of Alberta or World`s Largest Roadside Attractions.

Donalda is home to the World`s Largest Oil Lamp (main street - S side Hwy 13), which was constructed in 2000 as part of the town`s millennium celebration. At 47`this replica actually works and is lit all 365 days. While we did not enter the base of the lamp, I believe the interior is pained with a mural. Across the road is a very cute oil lamp museum. The town itself is a very typical Alberta small town with lovely old buildings, a welcoming feel and lovely murals and artifacts. Being a Sunday, most things were of course closed, which for me meant no visiting the tea shop.

If you are a baseball fan, you`ll want to stop in Heisler to view the Canada`s Largest Baseball Glove (located adjacent to the ball fields, which also offers a small camping area). The glove is 13.5`tall and 7.5`wide. Doodles wasn`t feeling well, so he stayed in the car with Hubby, who truly hasn`t been that cooperative this trip when it comes to being in photos. The mosquitoes were truly annoying, especially since we were out on wet grass, but Magoo and I survived and shared a few chuckles and we took turns trying to ``sit`` in it for photos.

Heisler to Daysland where I agreed that our first stop could be lunch. As it turns out that was in fact our second stop - the large metal crocuses are just off SecHwy 855 as we entered town. I took my photos quickly and then we went into subway for lunch. Everyone was much happier after a bite to eat.

From crocuses to the past; our next stop was Viking to see, you guessed it, the viking ship. This is another one of those town's were Hubby wouldn't let me get my bearings to figure out the possible location. He simply wanted to drive around getting annoyed. Eventually, I convinced him to pull over at a gas station. I went in and bought some firewood and asked for directions to Troll Park. The women was concerned that I was planning a small fire there and didn't want to sell me the wood if I wouldn't be able to use it, since you wasn't have fires at the park. I assured her that it was for camping. She was pleased; she didn't want me to waste my money.

Troll Park is located beside the old CN Station (51 Ave & 50 St). The tea house was of course closed. For a tea lover I certainly wasn't having much luck. The viking ship outside the park is old and not all the much to look at. I was annoyed with Hubby, when I took the boys, they had to come out and get photos, learn a bit about the area, stretch their legs, but not with Hubby there. He didn't want to get out of the car, so why should the boys have to. Not much of a family vacation if you ask me. I decided to have some me time, and actually walk around the park. I'm glad that I did. On the other side of the arch is a lovely garden with various plants and grasses. there is also another, well-maintained Viking ship and a very cute troll mountain. Crossing the small bridge takes you back to your childhood as you read Three Billy Goats Gruff. I got some great photos and enjoyed the fresh air, despite the millions of mosquitoes.

Viking to Myrnam to see the Peace Dove (site of the old Myrnam Hotel 50 Ave & 49 St). It is a very cute little community. It was great to see some kids outside enjoying the cool summer's day. I also came across a small Church just off Hwy 45.

I think I heard everyone else cheer silently once they learnt we were almost at Whitney Lakes.

August 7 - Playing in the sand...Not for the kids

We spent the day exploring the resort and enjoying the beach, but not without first going to Wal Mart in Stettler (plus, we needed to do a beer run). Thanks to my friend's husband we enjoyed some pancakes for breakfast, while making our small shopping list: coffee, water toys, bug spray, raspberries, spatula, and a few other odds and ends. While I had nothing on my list to view in Stettler is was a chance to chat and enjoy the scenery on my way to yet another small town. The drive there was a very, very slow one. We were following road-line painters. Our chance to pass them finally arrived and we were able to pick up speed.

We didn't go into the main part of Stettler, but stayed rather stayed on the Hwy - everything we needed was just on the outskirts. Unfortunately it was not a Super Wal Mart, so we were unable to buy Doodles his raspberries. I did look at a bunch of bathing suits, but decided not to try any on. We also stopped at the dollar store, a liquor store and a Tim's. As with many of the places we've stopped, I wish we'd had more time to spend. Steller is supped to have a Tornado Flare Stack, and a large xmas tree (I wonder if it is up all year).

Here is where the freshly painted lines enter the picture - because we paced the trucks, the fresh paint found its way onto the vehicles tires and tire rim - thankfully not a lot. Hopefully, with time it will fade or disappear. I'll have to remember to ask.

The sequence of the remainder of the day is a bit of a blur. I know that at some point we walked around the resort. The merry-go-round looks like it has seen better days, and the go-carts seem very expensive for the short rental time. I believe there is also a mini-golf course, but I can't recall seeing it. Perhaps it was by one of the parks. I took photos at the petting zoo, if you can call it that. I didn't say any entrance to actually get in with the animals to pet them. They have pigs, sheep, goats, roosters, horses... One of the goats tried to drink my iced chai latte, and our dog made friends with one of the pigs; the same dog who wouldn't stop barking at the statue of a horse. There was one horse who seemed very determined to eat my camera, no matter where I moved it. I love animals.

We also went to the candy store, where the boys stayed to play at the arcade. Magoo finally got to play a game of pool with Hubby. He's been fascinated with the game for a couple of years and has been asking to play with hubby ever since. I went back to read and enjoy some time alone at the camp site. To be honest, I can't recall where our friends were.

The kids also went down to the beach to partake in the sand sculpting contest. The plan was to build a beaver. The oldest boy took charge and the others seemed to quickly get bored. My boys made a mini he-she, very atomically correct; however quickly destroyed it. After that, they just sort of played around at the beach. I walked around the beach with the one of the girls looking at some of the truly amazing designs. It is unbelievable how talented some people are. Unfortunately for the kids, we found out later that the contest is only for adults. How stupid is that? Have they ever thought about having separate categories?

The four of us also went out in our paddle boat. It is definitely not made for four. It says three, but that must be three kids. Hubby did most of the paddling. I have to say it was very cramped. We had fun jumping in and out. Eventually, my poor body had enough and it was time for me to walk back to shore. I still can't believe how shallow that water was so far out. After a break, the boys went back out with the girls. It was so cute to watch my boys up front rowing with the two girls in the back.

Not having a daughter, it was then time for me to bond with the girls. We spend some more time looking at the various sculptures and then creating some of our own. My favourite and our best being the one-winged fairy. She lost one and has her arm shamefully behind her back and a look of shock on her face.

August 6 - Next Stop Old MacDonald Resort, not farm

With much reluctance, we leave Canmore and start making our way to Ol' MacDonald Resort. It's not that we don't want to continue our journey; it's that we aren't certain we'll enjoy the destination. Our idea of camping doesn't involve trains and merry-go-rounds. We also have no idea how private the site will be. With the van packed, we start our drive towards Buffalo Lake, but not without stopping along the way.

Airdrie is home to a Large Cowboy and Korean Totem Poles. These are located at Nose Creek Park. They are not accessible by car, but are only a short walk down a lovely path, just by the parks. Like many places in Alberta during summer months, Airdrie was not without road construction. After finally locating the park, we needed to figure out how to enter it and where to park. First we drove past the entrance, my husband assuming or perhaps hoping that with the construction the entrance was closed off. I of course knew otherwise. Why would they block the entrance to their museum during tourist season? This is where we parked, in the museum lot. You can however pull up much closer to the picnic ares.

The 6 jangseung (Korean totems) were carved in South Korea (The largest ones stand about 16 ft high while the smaller ones are about 9 ft). Jangseung has a history of two millennia. It is part of the folk religion. They are placed in the entrance area of the village to bring well-being to the and prevent misfortunes, becoming the village guardian. The ones in Airdrie were placed on the 10th anniversary of the twinning of the cities of Airdrie and Gwacheon, South Korea.

After reviewing the maps, we decided to leave Airdrie from a direction other than what I had mapped out, so we were unable to hunt for the large cowboy (SE cor Hwy2 at SecHwy567 - NE cor of town). Driving out along SecHwy567, already passed Hwy2, it was onto Irricana to view the large horse.Unfortunately as with many other items on my list, the horse was no where to be found. We even stopped at the old Irrican Hotel where he was supposed to reside. With the town itself not being that big, I'd be surprised it we missed it; however unlike me, Hubby will not drive around every street looking for things before giving up.

The town itself is rather cute, It has some interesting country murals. My favourite being the sunflowers, of course.

I also loved the various designs of their fire hydrants.

Irricana is also home to Pioneer Acres Museum. Being the weekend of their annual show and reunion it was buzzing with activity. It is certainly well worth the stop. Just outside the boundaries of Pioneer Acres you will spot two vehicles mounted on posts (I believe TwpRd 567 and RR 263).


Moving on from the Tasmanian Devil to a Large Skunk in Beiseker. This icon is known as Squirt and resides in the campground (S side Hwy 9, E side Hwy 72). This town mascot stands at 13' tall and was the result of a local contest held to decide what the mascot should be.

My love for photography (one of my many other current obsessions) also resulted in a couple great photos of abandoned building. I used it as an opportunity to play with my camera settings. I was hoping to capture the essence of the photos is a more creative manner - hopefully creating some unique pieces of art.


I'm not sure what it is with today's road trip, but it seems to be about animals. Rather ironic if you think about it. I've been referring to Ol'MacDonald Resort as Old MacDonalds Farm. We leave the Tasmanian devil and the skunk to the gophers that await us in Torrington. For years I have been intrigued with the idea of stopping in to see the World Famous Gopher Hole Museum. Yes, that's correct gopher museum, which features stuffed gophers dressed and posed to create various scenes. I could tell before we even got there that this wasn't going to be the easiest thing to convince the boys to see with me. They were hungry, tired and very whinny. This leads to bickering, stubbornness and sulking (I should know, they get that from me).

The town mascot is Clem T GoFur. He is about 12' tall and rests at the town entrance on the main street (Hwy 27). He was born in 1991. Following his birth, in 1996 the Gopher Hole Museum opened its doors. The road to the museum is clearly marked with cut-out gophers, so you don't need to worry about driving around aimlessly. At a cost of only $2/adult and $.50/child it is a very unique stop. As predicted I couldn't get hubby to come in with me. I mean really it's stuffed gophers, what am I thinking. Doodles was also too moody to leave the comforts of the van. I was grateful that Magoo was adventurous even to explore this unique attraction. Neither one of us knowing what to expect.

When you first enter the museum you are in a small gift shop. On the wall is a world map with pins marking the hometowns of all the quests. The museum itself is housed in a separate dimly lite room. There must be at least 40 or so gopher holes (small wooden boxes). Inside you will find a few gophers, neatly dressed and posed to showcase a theme. My favourites being the picnic and tea party. Magoo's were the bank robbery and the native village. It truly was a great little visit. Even after coming out of the museum and telling hubby and Doodles how cute it is, neither one was interested. If you ask me, it was certainly their lose. Expanding even further on the theme, each fire hydrant is painted as a unique gopher, each with a different name. Hunting them all down is a creative activity to get you out of your vehicle and walking around the small town.

Finished with ground animals, we were now going to visit with an alligator in the town of Alix. Alix the Alligator is a mythical creature believed to reside in Alix Lake. He is located just off the main Hwy through town. The kids mood quickly changed to excitement as we approached Buffalo Lakes, not because of where we'd be camping, but because it finally meant getting out of the van.