Today’s 17C degree walk with Tom included the following: a blossoming Glovewood Tree, a giant raven (wish I’d brought my actual camera), a budding tree, a flowery Buddha, assorted children’s art along a fence, and a possible sighting of Zack Kassian pushing his daughter in a stroller (no photo cause you know, rude). What a beautiful afternoon!
Today was the ‘Hamiversary’ of my fall on March 28, 2020 where I tripped on some black ice and tore my hamstring—a part of my anatomy I was completely unfamiliar with until that moment. I was less than a block from home, but the fall rung my bell so soundly I fainted once in the foyer of my building and then again in the elevator. For about 24 hours I thought I had a concussion but it was ‘just’ a torn and/or stretched hamstring which was severe and painful enough to cause the fainting. A few days later a spectacular thigh-length bruise formed on my leg. In my 27 years of walking this is by far the worst injury I’ve ever sustained, and it kept me off the trails for three weeks amidst a growing pandemic. I’m lucky I didn’t need surgery, or that the injury wasn’t worse.
Anyway, this year was much different. I am fully recovered and today, Tom and I went for a mid-afternoon walk on an overcast, snow-less day. March has been very warm, so unlike last year, the sidewalks pose no additional threat to me. No ice and it was 13C. Having said that, a storm was brewing, and we made it home before the rain started.
It’s a beautiful blue sky 15C afternoon so Tom and I did the most logical thing – we walked to Hawrelak to officially welcome back the geese. There was a lot of them. We couldn’t get too close, either because the ground was too wet or the geese were too angry.
March has been incredibly warm, so we’ve lost most of the snow and the river is slowly melting. The gorgeous patterns of the thin covering of river ice cover changes daily.
It was a great walk, but long and warm. I had my coat tied around my waist and there were lots of pebbles in my running shoes. Well worth it though to see all the geese. They always seem to come back too early, but this year it seems like we’re getting early spring.
Crazy beautiful walk with Sharon and Stella in Whitemud Ravine (south) starting at the Westbrook trail head. As per usual, Stella wouldn’t pose, but also as per usual, affable company.
With lots of fairly steep ice-covered hills, spikes are absolutely necessary, at least for the near future. Even with them, it was a bit iffy, but I stayed upright. Always a good thing.
Even walking from one end of the trail to the other (ending at Rainbow Valley Road) it’s not quite 10,000 steps but they are quality steps, and the rest were easily made up just walking around the grocery store.
Solo walk in MacKinnon Ravine. I wanted to see what the ratio was between ice and pavement. It’s about 90% pavement and 10% ice. For the ice part up the hill, I’m glad I brought my spikes.
I started along Victoria Promenade, and then down into the golf course. Most of the road was ice free, as was the entirety of River Road up until the last part of MacKinnon Ravine. Lots of deep puddles. Since I had my spikes on (I put them on half way) I walked along the adjacent path in the trees. A short but very pleasant diversion of the main trail.
The sky was amazing! Really unusual, streaky clouds. A great day for a walk.
For some reason, watching the Oilers lose is making my mind wander to this afternoon’s very pleasant walk with Tom throughout Glenora and Ravine Drive. Wearing my spring jacket, but my feet are really hurting in boots and micro-spikes. Another few days of this warm weather and I’ll be back in my running shoes.