That we had a fantastic weekend, but we forgot real cameras. So all we have are low-quality cellphone pictures. Better than nothing, right?
Friday and Saturday were spent with a whole bunch of the rest of the Midgett clan. We had a family reunion outside Olds. Much fun was had, stories were told, and we met some fantastic people we hadn’t met before. No pictures from there, but if you picture BigKid in a sand pit, that’s pretty much the gist of it. We had to drag her out of there every time we wanted her out, and we could hardly get her to eat 3 bites of a meal before she was wanting to go back and play.
Sunday, we headed up from there to outside of Rocky Mountain House to go quadding in the foothills with Andrew’s cousin, Mark, and his wife, Kim. We had a great time, and Andrew thought to take some pictures with his phone.
We don’t have any from starting out, only from mid-ride.
The quads, waiting while we all stretch and take in the view. Off to the right of this picture is a fire-lookout tower. Baseline, if you’re interested in that sort of thing. The view is stunning, as well it should be from this elevation. Roughly 1900 meters. By the end of the day, the nearest quad will have been rolled, the furthest will have a flat tire, and the one just this side of the far end will have been flooded. But not by me.
And not by me, because I don’t do those things most days, but we’re extra careful when we’re carrying extra excitement (aka: little kid). We stay on logging roads and well-established trails to minimize our impact on the environment and keep those views spectacular. BigKid loves to ride on Mommy’s back, but she says Daddy’s quad is scary. We switched her for a while when my back got tired, and she wasn’t happy about it. We think it’s a combination of her being overtired from nap refusal, and the poor girl can’t see anything over his shoulders.
On the next peak. We rode up on the back of Andrew’s quad from the bigger trail. Didn’t want to take all 4 machines up, and it wasn’t far. While we were up here, we could look back at the newer fire tower, and we could see on another peak, what looked like a big gazebo. We decided it must’ve been the old lookout, though it wasn’t a tower.
After they dropped BigKid and I off at the truck so she could have a bit of a nap, they went up to check it out. Andrew has a book about old fire towers in Alberta, and he’s always been fascinated by a story about a man who was in the same tower for so long (20 or 30 years), that he chiseled the last 18 steps out of solid rock. But, he can never remember the name of that lookout, or where it is.
He’s not likely to forget now! How funny that we’d just been discussing it, and that’s the one they found. And sure enough, 18 steps chiseled into the mountain. Pretty impressive.
The view from there.
And this is what we woke up to on Monday morning. We were optimistic about Andrew’s chances of getting called to fight wildfires soon when we spotted 4 fires from that lookout. Not so much after 2 extra feet of snow, things are pretty wet now.
*edit* One quad got drowned when Mark wanted to see why the trail had moved away from a big puddle (this was the only “wreck” BigKid and I saw, and she thought it was hilarious. “Silly Uncle!”). Turns out it was because the puddle is deeper than a quad. One tire got blown when someone hit a sharp rock in the trail, and the other quad rolled/tipped on a wonky angle in the trail. No one was hurt, all the quads made it home, and the boys were happily muddy and declared the day a success.