Wow. Tom and I had a BEAUTIFUL walk on Sunday morning through Gold Bar Park and Rundle Park in northeast Edmonton, joined together by a bridge very much like my old friend, the Cloverdale Footbridge.
It was a sunny, cool morning, and we walked for 90 minutes around the parks, sidestepping many geese who loitered and slept near the paths, with apparently no fucks to give. It was so bucolic!
When I walked there a few weeks ago with Sharon, we didn’t see the fountains. They were amazing.