Weeks Five and Six – Spray Lake
Last week
was kind of a busy time for us and I’m sorry to say I just didn’t get to write
the blog. I’ll try to make up for it
this time.
On the 13th of June the
Tour Divide came through. This was the
bike race from Banff to Antelope Wells, New Mexico. It is approximately 2700 miles long and has
been done in as little as 14 days and 10 hours.
I would think if you are going to put that much effort into riding a
bicycle that far, that you might want to stop and look around once in a while
but I guess the serious racers just put their head down and go!
There seem
to be tons of deer around this year. We
almost always see them by Goat Pond when we drive down to Canmore. There are a couple of does living in the
campground and at least one buck hanging around near our site. We’ve also seen baby bunnies running around
our site…they are the cutest things! Oso
likes them a lot!!
Tom and Oso took a hike one morning
while I was in town. They climbed up to
Old Goat Glacier…and they saw a Billy Goat up there. He was far off on the other side of the hill
so the picture isn’t the greatest. I
think when Nick and Jake were here last year they saw a Nanny and baby up
there. Goats are not near as common as
sheep around here so sighting one is a treat.
We’ve seen this black bear about five
times now…he’s always on the road down to Bolton Creek and he’s always
eating! He’s quite a handsome guy!
We’ve had a few odd-ball nights
lately. One involved a young couple who
came up, set up their tent but never stayed in it. They were out all night running up and down
the road in their car. Finally we called
Conservation and they found them down the road toward Canmore with two flat
tires on their vehicle. This probably
happened when they rounded a corner in the campground and ran into the hillside…or
maybe it was when they backed their car into a tree then took out their
campground number sign when they drove back in…hmmmm….do you think they were
drinking? Anyway, the tow truck brought
them back to the campground around midnight and they spent the rest of the
night bothering other campers. They
walked out of here early the next morning and left all their camping gear
behind. The next day we finally had to
get Conservation to confiscate it because other people wanted to camp in the
site and these kids had only paid for one night. The funny thing about it was that they never
did come back for their stuff. Not sure
what was up with them but they sure were lousy campers.
Here is
another story for the grandkids…this one is about Grampa’s fishing trip.
Grampa’s Best Day Fishing
One day when
the sun was shining and the sky was blue, Grampa decided to go fishing. He packed up his rod and reel, his tackle box
and a good sturdy chair to sit by the lake in.
Grampa likes to sit by the lake and look at the scenery almost as much
as he likes to fish.

He got in the truck and drove to his
favourite fishing spot, then he got all settled and started fishing. He put a worm on his hook and threw the line
way out into the lake and then sat down in his sturdy chair and just waited.
He waited
and waited. While he was waiting he looked
at the mountains and trees and all of the beautiful things around him. He saw a deer across the lake browsing on some
nice green grass. He saw ground
squirrels laying on rocks in the sunshine.
He also saw a beautiful big Osprey flying high in the sky. Grampa loved to watch the Osprey as they
fished on the lake.
Suddenly
Grampa’s fishing pole wiggled a little bit.
Grampa saw the pole wiggle a little bit and he grabbed it and held it
for a minute. The pole wiggled some more
and Grampa gave it a quick jerk…YES…he had a fish! Grampa began to reel in the line. The fish rose to the surface and then dove
back down deep…he was big and he was a fighter!
Grampa reeled the line in some
more. Soon the fish was almost on shore
and Grampa turned around and reached for his fishing net. The moment his back was turned, the Osprey
who had also been fishing on the lake dove down and grabbed Grampa’s fish! The Osprey flew as high as he could with the
fish gripped in his talons but the fish still had Grampa’s hook and fishing
line in its mouth and Grampa was holding his fishing rod tightly!

“Well,” said
Grampa as he watched the Osprey fly away “that’s the most fun I’ve ever had
fishing…even if the big one got away!”