Two Days Ago

Merganser mum

Merganser mum

Went for a rare evening walk on Monday night, two nights ago. It was late when we got back, and in spite of the fantastic wildlife we saw, I just didn’t have the energy to write a post. Pretty much went straight to bed.

In the 20 plus years of walking in the river valley and ravines, I’ve walked early in the morning and in the late afternoon, but as a lone walker, a lone female walker, I’ve avoided the evening hours and I never walk at night. It’s that danger thing. So many people over the years have asked how I can walk alone in the woods, and the answer is I feel safe. I’m a day walker. Tom, on the other hand, used to run after midnight all the time. It’s simply unthinkable for most females, but I can imagine how quiet and peaceful it must be, alone along the streets at night. I’m sure I overestimate the danger, but it’s so entrenched, it’s difficult to even form the thought. Not even he, I think, would run in the river valley at night.

Purple flowers

So it was very nice to walk in the evening with Tom. The light was much softer, the air cooler and more fragrant. It wasn’t raining, which is unusual these days. We saw a beaver – a nocturnal animal that rarely comes out during the day. Usually it’s their much less impressive, although I’m sure equally affable day-cousin, the muskrat. Once I put the photo on my computer I realized it was in fact a beaver mum and her child.

Merganser ducklings

Merganser babies 2

The Merganser family island property

From a distance, we saw many swallows darting at the mosquitoes on the creek. Apparently, they eat the equivalent of their body weight in mosquitoes daily, so yay swallows! I’ve never seen anything like this before. We also saw a female merganser duck and her 17 children (Tom counted). They were very clearly playing in the water, which was deep and flowing quite fast (for the Whitemud). I’ve seen ducks, many, many ducks so this wasn’t particularly unusual, but she was a very beautiful specimen with her spiky Billy Idol crest and energetic brood.

We hope to do more walks like this, at least as long as the light holds out.

Whitemud Ravine green

7:00 to 8:40 PM/21C

Goodbye Friend

Bridge feet

Tom and DonnaTom and I walked over the Cloverdale footbridge for the last time yesterday. The City is closing it down on Monday; its destruction nigh.

I have written extensively in this blog about the south east LRT (now called the Valley Line) expansion into the river valley. I’ve attended public forums, sent letters to the Edmonton Journal, made every effort to seek information and I’ve joined forces with the good, and much more eloquent folks of the Save the Footbridge lobby. I’ve considered all sides and reached a single conclusion:

To quote Groucho Marx, I’m against it.

DM on the bridge

DM on the bridge. Vandalism seems trivial for a doomed bridge.

From an environmental and aesthetic perspective, gouging into our beloved and heavily PR’d river valley makes no sense. In terms of transportation, the use of existing corridors seems both financially responsible and environmentally sound. Everything I’ve read about BRT (or Bus Rapid Transit) suggests, at the very least, we need to take a sober and genuine second look at light rapid transit.

“If you’ve gone part way down the incorrect path, that’s regrettable—but not as regrettable as going all the way down the incorrect path.”

These words were spoken by Mayor Ivor Dent in April of 1972. City council had just voted to put the brakes on an invasive transportation plan which would’ve plowed a freeway through the MacKinnon Ravine (Vue Magazine).

That was then.

Rose garden on the north end of the bridge two years ago

Rose garden on the north end of the bridge two years ago

Apple tree in the rose garden a few years ago

Apple tree in the rose garden a few years ago

Rose garden now...

Rose garden now…

There is no energy on the part of City Council to reverse or even reconsider this decision, which appears to have been a fait accompli from the beginning.

With all due respect to the bridge, it’s not the steel and wood structure that I will miss. It’s not a beautiful bridge. It’s utilitarian, and there is at least one other like it in the city (in the Goldbar area). However, the location of this bridge, in the heart of the city and the river valley, makes it irreplaceable. Yes, in four years (probably more, given the transportation department’s ridiculous track record), this area will see a new bridge, maybe even a nice bridge, but it will serve the southeast LRT, not the pedestrians who use it, not the people who live around it, and certainly not the nature that surrounds it.

Gone, the peace of the central river valley.

View from a bridge

Gone, the unobstructed view of the river valley, with the vast and quiet expanse of sky above.

Gone, the trees, plants and wildlife that made this area their home, especially the canopy of poplar trees at the south end of the bridge. In the middle of summer, it was like walking into a lush and secret grove. In the winter, like a Gorey landscape.

south end of bridge

south end of bridge

south east side of the bridge, now

south east end of the bridge, now

Gone, the City’s commitment to The Way We Green river valley strategic plan.

Gone, the rose garden in Louise McKinney Park.

Gone, the Botanical Society gardens on the Muttart grounds.

Gone, the best commuter bridge for pedestrians in the city. A meeting place, a viewing place, and an iconic and beautiful Edmonton place.

There’s not much more to say. This bridge and the area around it has given me so much over the last 20+ years. Nothing I could say could ever repay the grace and beauty I’ve received. If it’s possible to call a thing a friend, the Cloverdale pedestrian bridge was a friend.

Goodbye friend.

Bridge on a blue sky day

A list of every blogpost where I’ve mentioned the Cloverdale Bridge by name in Donna’s River Valley (which still does not even come close to capturing all the moments I’ve spent on the bridge).

River blue...

River blue…

A bridge in winter

A bridge in winter

After Work

Green 1

Found a nice compromise walk. Took the train and then the 43 from South Campus, stopping at the top of the trail head that runs parallel to Rainbow Valley Road. So I was able to walk south for about an hour in Whitemud Ravine, before emerging at the powerline. I left work at 4:00 and got home by 5:50, so that’s a pretty good walk. There was some rolling dark clouds overhead, but they didn’t disperse their goods on my head. By the time I got home, the sky was blue and sunny.

I looked forward to it all day.

Green 2

4:41 to 5:50/20C

Two Walks One Post


Two walks, one post. It’s been hot, and I’ve been neglecting and/or avoiding hot appliances. Is a computer an appliance? If only it could toast bread.

Walked with Tom last Friday from work to Glenora and then to Remedy on 124th street. It was a BEAUTIFUL walk. Warm but not too warm, and the neighbourhood west of 124th is very green. The trees canopy the road like in Mill Creek and the houses are just as funky. Or at least, funky adjacent.


The trail up to Glenora

The trail up to Glenora

Pedestrian-crossing fail (in Glenora)

Pedestrian-crossing fail (in Glenora)

On Sunday, it was hotter, so we walked along the trail that follows the river next to Fort Edmonton Park. Most of it was shaded by trees, but not all of it. By the end of the walk, and after a long flight of stairs, we were pretty hot and sweaty. Just off the south side of the Fort Edmonton Footbridge, we spotted an island in the river that people were using as a beach, including one guy who had pitched a tent. Kinda funny.

Edmonton's only beach (outside of West Edm Mall)

Edmonton’s only beach (outside of West Edm Mall)

Other than the lushness of the greenery after so much rain, the most remarkable thing we saw was a young squirrel eating a poplar seed. It was SO sweet. His little arms could barely contain the fluffy seed. I hope there was something in there he could actually eat.

So fu**ing cute.

So fu**ing cute.


Friday 4:00 to 5:30/21C, Sunday 2:00 to 4:00/26C

Two Walk Day

Wild rose

Went for a quick (one hour) walk this morning. Wasn’t sure  if it was going to rain this afternoon, and I didn’t want to miss the chance to be outside. It was beautiful. We’ve gone from drought conditions to double the normal precipitation in just over a week. Nobody was expecting it. Now, the ravines and river valley are lush, green and loud with the sound of rushing water.

Wild Clematis

Wild Clematis

This afternoon, I thought we might get caught in the rain, but it turned out to be sunny and hot. The dark clouds remained ominous in the east, but they didn’t explode. We drove down to snow valley and then walked north through Whitemud Ravine to the river. Just gorgeous. Saw wild clematis, a field of dandelions on the ski hill, a canoe (!) on the creek, and a bunch of people fishing in the river. The glistening foliage, still wet from last night’s rain, was throwing off humidity. Thought I saw a blue-headed duck, but it turned out to be a boring green-headed mallard. Also saw fuzzy gold moth-bee. Not sure what it was, but I wasn’t quick enough to take a shot. My new camera is still safe in its box where it can’t hurt my technology-averse brain. Maybe next weekend…

Ski Hill

Ski Hill

Whitemud North hill



Mill Creek overflowing

More than 80+mm of rain over the last few days. So needed. All the grass was yellow, the creeks in Whitemud and Mill Creek Ravines were almost dry. Now, everything is beautiful and green.

Green grass

Tom and I walked in Mill Creek Ravine this afternoon. It’s been solid rain for three days but there was a brief reprieve around 1:00 so we laced our running shoes and headed out into the woods. As soon as I got out of my car, it was spectacular. Birds were singing, I was surrounded by a canopy of green. Good for the soul.

A full frog bog in Mill Creek Ravine

A full frog bog in Mill Creek Ravine

Oh and the frog bog was full of water and frogs. They stopped when we approached, but we could hear the frogs singing far down the path. Again, good for the soul.

Mill Creek wood

Godzilla of Mill Creek Ravine

Godzilla of Mill Creek Ravine