This photo is in Yoho National Park, British Columbia taken after a snowfall.
For all my blog visitors and friends, may you have a Merry Christmas and enjoyable festivities over the holidays. I'm looking forward to roast turkey with all the trimmings with friends and family tomorrow, and, yes, the leftovers of turkey soup, turkey casserole, turkey pie. Sometimes over indulgence in food leaves one refusing later servings.
One year during my childhood, my mother was hospitalized for minor surgery as she was a teacher and couldn't really take time off during the other part of the year. My father, sensing a deal in cheap cranberries, bought a bushel worth. Taking over my mother's normal duty of Christmas dinner, my father made enough cranberry sauce, jelly and pies to last us six months. One of my brothers cannot eat cranberries today (50 years later).
Another Christmas, when I was in the hospital as a teenager, I ate a large box of Turtles over two days, and it took about 25 years before I could eat another one. Even now I rarely eat them.
Any of you ever have over indulgences at Christmas or holidays?
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“Staking a claim to a homestead in the rugged, untamed Canadian frontier of the 1880s was hard enough. But when someone tries to run roughshod over the “nesters”, a man has to take a stand.
“There is more than bad weather from Hank James to contend with as he rides in search of the land of his dreams and the woman of his heart. Portis Martin, manager of a large cattle company, has no use for the small homesteaders that have begun to pepper the area…and he isn’t afraid of using every dirty trick he knows to run them out.
“And Portis had been doing a pretty good job of it—until Hank James and his partner arrived.
“The dreams of early homesteading were not always strong enough to see them through adversity, but with Hank James on their side, the people might just find a way of uniting for the common good and building a dream that can endure.”
This western story opens in 1886 in foothill country near Cochrane in the North-West Territories of what will later become Alberta. Henry “Hank” James, late of Farwell (Revelstoke, B.C.), is on a mission to find a woman. While in Farwell Hank James had built a prosperous freight business and, what he thought, a promising relationship with Sharon Dalton, housekeeper for the magistrate. Sharon had left Farwell in September 1885 after learning that the B.C. police knew about her past and association with some outlaws in Missouri. Hank wasn’t too concerned as some of those outlaws had been his relatives.
After deducting that Sharon had taken a train east to Calgary, Hank, and his partner, Scott Gilmore, went east to search for her. Hank’s other intention for going east was to locate appropriate land for a cattle and horse operation under the Homestead Act. Gilmore is half Lakota Sioux, raised in St. Louis, Missouri with a university education, and from time to time educates Hank James.
A neighbour, Lottie McAdams, is running a homestead after the death of her husband and trying to keep that fact a secret. Under the Homestead Act women had no rights to own property, only men were allowed a quarter section consisting of 160 acres to prove up by making the required improvements.
Portis is a nasty antagonist, keeping the story going well with all sorts of conflicts. He’s used to getting his own way, and when Hank James gets back at him legally he turns to more ruthless methods.
David McGowan has history well documented for the time with the homesteading, the lack of rights for women (considering they were only a man’s property), the North-West Mounted Police, the special promotion that the Canadian government in Ottawa gave to the European and English nobility and gentry to open up the land for business, over the single family homesteading operations. If the small operation homesteaders were run off by the cattle barons, Ottawa tended to look the other way or take sides with the larger ranches.
The story moves along at a good clip with action and new conflicts in each of the chapters which are eventually resolved. There is a continuity to the story without any of the slumps sometimes found in novels. Does Hank James end up with Sharon Dalton? I’m not telling. But I will say that I didn’t want to put the book down once I began it because each chapter urged me on.
Something I really appreciated was that Mr. McGowan included an Author’s Note to verify some of the historical episodes related in the book, although I’m well versed in the history of Alberta and Saskatchewan.
I look forward to reading more of Mr. McGowan’s western books as I like stepping back into history in western Canada. Some times it feels like I’ve gone home because there are phrases that have carried over from those early years to now.
“Set in late-nineteenth-century Egypt, this award-winning novel introduces the work of an acclaimed Egyptian writer for the first time to Canadian readers.
“When disgraced military officer Mahmoud Abd El Zahir is sent to govern the remote Egyptian oasis of Siwa, he knows the danger he faces—two of his predecessors were murdered. But having been accused of disloyalty to the current regime and its British overlords, he has little choice. Rather than stay behind in Cairo, his Irish wife Catherine, insists on accompanying him, hoping to reinvigorate their marriage and to pursue the secrets of Alexander the Great, who she feels convinced is buried in Siwa.
“Neither is prepared for the stultifying heat, the hostility of the townspeople—all but the seductive and troubled Maleeka, who develops a strange friendship with Catherine—or the astonishing and disturbing events that befall them in the dreamlike other-worldliness of the Sunset Oasis.
“In turns mesmerizing and shocking, Sunset Oasis is a complex tale of love and frustrated passions, and of the vicissitudes of power during a time of change, as it tells of people struggling to free themselves from the grip of the past. It is a striking, haunting work by one of the Arab world’s most celebrated writers.”
This book took me right into story immediately, immersing me in the political climate of the time along with the cultural differences of the Egyptians and the nomadic people with the British overlords. Mr. Taher has an excellent way of introducing the conflicts which produce a variety of responses from Mahmoud, Catherine and the residents of Siwa. The mesmerizing description of the desert with its inherent dangers, the caravans, the Bedouin, the townspeople of Siwa and their beliefs, including the historical background all tie in the various details to make the story captivating.
Once I began this interesting book I found it difficult to put down. I wanted to know more about the people who lived so far removed from Cairo, via a caravan trip of two weeks along a trail that may disappear at any time with the winds shifting the sand over the tracks or the wells where the camels were to be watered. A mighty Persian army from long ago on its way to Siwa had been buried forever under the shifting sands. There were also the hazards of wolves, snakes and scorpions that frequented the campsites.
There were situations Catherine got herself into that I recognized would lead to conflict with the townspeople: wearing men’s clothes and going without a veil, and going to homes without being invited first. The woman seemed oblivious to the reactions she was creating while going on about her explorations of the town and nearby areas in the search for Alexander the Great’s burial site, other antiquities and painted hieroglyphics.
Mahmoud is stuck in a tough situation and location due to his alleged disgrace. He does the best he can under the circumstances and procedures he has been provided by the British overlords.
Many of the secondary characters hold their own mystique within the story: Sergeant Ibraheem, assigned to Mahmoud, is elderly with many grandchildren to feed as his children had died of an cholera epidemic; Sheikh Yahya, an elderly scholar, wise beyond his years; who perceives trouble brewing among the council, and his niece, Maleeka, married off to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle her mischievous ways; Maleeka, a precocious girl, interested in things no one before or after her was interested in, such as the statues and paintings in the ruins of antiquities, of her ability to sculpt from a handful of clay statues that matched those in the ruins perfectly.
I recommend this book for anyone wanting to escape to another place to become immersed into a different culture in the heat of the desert.
BAHAA TAHER was born in 1935 in Cairo, Egypt. After many years of living in Switserland, he has recently returned to Egypt. Now one of the most widely read novelists in the Arab world, Taher has received the State’s Award of Merit in Literature, the highest honour the Egyptian establishment can confer on a writer. He is the author of four collections of short stories, several plays and works of non-fiction, and six novels: East of the Palms, As Doha Said, Aunt Saftyya and the Monastery, Love in Exile, The Point of Light, and Sunset Oasis, which won the inaugural International Prize for Arabic fiction in 2008.
Translated by Humphrey Davis who has lived in Cairo for more than twenty-five years.
During my early childhood trips to Banff in Banff National Park one of the best experiences was crossing the Bow River over this bridge. Crossing meant going to: the trout fish hatchery (now closed), the Cave and Basin lower pool (closed due to a tiny snail known as the Banff Springs snail which is considered threatened -- I did a guest post at Shelley Munroe's website last year where I mentioned the snail and its environment), the Administration grounds with lovely manicured lawns and flowerbeds with gazebos, the Upper Hot Springs pool, the Banff Springs Hotel and its famous golf course.
When viewed from the side or above from the sidewalk and leaning over the stone railing underneath each of the lamp-posts, one can see that there are Indian heads in full feather headdress relief. These always intrigued me, and were part of the magic that this town held for me: and still does.
The Bow River bridge was built in 1923 and the Indian heads were designed by James L. Thomson.
“Jamie Fraser, former Jacobite and reluctant rebel, is already certain of three things about the American rebellion: The Americans will win, fighting on the side of victory is no guarantee of survival, and he’d rather die than have to face his illegitimate son—a young lieutenant in the British army—across the barrel of a gun.
Claire Randall knows that the Americans will win, too, but not what the ultimate price may be. That price won’t include Jamie’s life or his happiness, though—not if she has anything to say about it.
Meanwhile, in the relative safety of the twentieth century, Jamie and Claire’s daughter, Brianna, and her husband, Roger MacKenzie, have resettled in a historic Scottish home where, across a chasm of two centuries, the unfolding drama of Brianna’s parents’ story comes to life through Claire’s letters. The fragile pages reveal Claire’s love for battle-scarred Jamie Fraser and their flight from North Carolina to the high seas, where they encounter privateers and ocean battles as Brianna and Roger search for clues not only to Claire’s fate but to their own. Because the future of the MacKenzie family in the Highlands is mysteriously, irrevocably, and intimately entwined with life and death in war-torn colonial America.”
This is the seventh book in the Outlander series, consisting of historical adventure laced with romance and time travel, one which I had eagerly awaited and was not disappointed as the stories within unfolded. Each time I pick up any book of the series it is like seeing old friends after a long absence to catch up on past news.
There were several secondary characters to make their reappearance: Lord John Grey (whom I particularly enjoy reading about despite his predilections); Ian Murray (Jamie’s nephew) and his wolf-dog, Rollo; Fergus Fraser (Jamie’s adopted son from France); William Ellesmere (Ransom) (Jamie’s illegitimate son and stepson of Lord John Grey); Harold Grey (Lord John’s brother); Archie Bug; Jem and Mandy MacKenzie (children of Brianna and Roger MacKenzie); Jenny Fraser Murray (Jamie’s sister) and her husband Ian Murray; Laoghaire Fraser and her daughters (Jamie’s ex-wife—complicated with a history); and William Buccleigh MacKenzie.
Several new delightful characters were introduced: Denzell Hunter, a physician, and his sister, Rachel, Quakers; Henry Grey (Harold Grey’s son); and not so delightful, Robert Cameron.
Historical figures Joseph Brant (Thayendanegea), Benedict Arnold, Benjamin Franklin,and Major John André made brief appearances.
Jamie Fraser, Jacobite, laird and 18th century Scotsman, has decided his participation in the American rebellion for independence is best suited with his printing press, and with Claire returns to Scotland to get it. Their journey is fraught with pirates, privateers, sidelined to assist the American rebels at Fort Ticonderaga before continuing across the Atlantic to Edinburgh.
There are love triangles, battle scenes, vengeance, comeuppance, reconciliation, deceptions, surgical procedures, visits to Quebec City, secrets, conspiracies, confessions, betrayal, greed, and surprise marriages between unlikely partners. The thoroughly researched historical medical descriptions and in-depth look into the early days of the Colonies with their desire for independence from British rule have kept me well entertained.
Ms Gabaldon has provided several cliffhangers plus a particularly excellent twist at the end to keep readers anxiously awaiting the next in the series.
There are multiple POVs meshed in with the numerous subplots, but were relatively easy to keep up with. This is a book that could be read on its own as hints from the past are included as explanations throughout. Many of the preceding books are not true stand alone books. I had begun with the third book, Voyageur, on the recommendation from a friend to read the passages about sailing, and once I was finished it I went out and bought the first book. I haven’t looked back since.
Book format: hardcover, 848 pages Publisher: Doubleday Canada, division of RandomHouse Canada Author website: Diana Gabaldon Published: September 22, 2009
Moving residence is akin to deciding what to take on a backpacking trip when one can only take certain items. I downsized my living area and purged my belongings as I tend to pack-rat items. When I worked overseas for two years I learned how to live out of a couple of suitcases, and somehow when I returned to Canada the packratting began again. Spaces had to be filled up with something in a North American sized apartment as those in London tend to be small (the bachelor flat in South Kensington was like a match-box).
Now my re-organization will begin while I spend more time at my writing, reading the review book copies and taking life a little easier.
It's nice to be back to the blogosphere.
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This is part of the Vermilion Lakes looking west in Banff National Park. The Vermilion Lakes are located a short distance west of the town of Banff.
James at Newtown Area Photo has started a meme called Weekend Reflections. Post a reflection during the week-end, then log on at his site.
I am late this weekend with posting the reflection as I am in the midst of a residence move. Posting will take a backseat for the next little while until I'm settled in at my new place and have been reconnected to the internet.
UPDATE: 6/4/2010. Please note that James has changed the reflection photos to be used in Weekend Reflections are to be those belonging to the poster and not a third party. Nearly all the photos on this blog are those used with permission from the Creative Commons and Flickr. Exceptions to this are duly noted in the respective post.
[1-Boathouse below Mt Fairview - click to enlarge]
The Saddleback Trail is located at Lake Louise in Banff National Park, Alberta.
Distance 3.7 km one way to Saddleback Pass Difficult, strenuous Elevation gain: 595m Time: 2 – 5 hours or longer depending on level of fitness
The trailhead starts at the south-east side of Lake Louise near the boathouse.
[2- Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
Hazards to watch out for on the trail are bears. Hikers should be in groups of 6 or more before venturing out.
[3- Larch trees on Mt. Fairview - click to enlarge]
Begins with an asphalt trail that soon turns to dirt where it begins to climb through the larch forest. Larches are the only pine needle bearing tree to lose them in the fall. Unlike pine needles from other pines, the larch needles are soft to the touch and change colour in the autumn before they fall off.
[4-Bow Valley from the Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[5-click to enlarge]
[6-Lake Louise resort from the Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
If any hiker decides to climb the trail to Fairview Mountain they are advised to return by the trail. There have been a few hikers who have taken the scree down the northeast side only to learn they needed to be rescued.
[7-Hikers on the Saddleback Pass Trail]
Waypoints #131-133 are all intersections with other trails. Waypoint #132 is the trail to Fairview Lookout. To continue on the Saddleback Trail remain on trail headed straight.
[8-Larch trees on Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
In 1km the hiker will emerge from the forest with a view of the valley and the Lake Louise ski area.
[9-Bow Valley from Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[10- Looking down from Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[11-Saddleback Pass in sight - click to enlarge]
[12-Mt Temple from Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[13-Looking through the Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[14 - Larch tress - click to enlarge]
[15 - Mt. Temple from Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[16-Looking north from Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[17-Looking SE from Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[18-South-east from Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[19 - Larch Trees on southern side of Saddleback Pass - click to enlarge]
[20- View south-west from Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[21 - Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[22-Heading back down to Bow Valley - click to enlarge]
[23 - Village of Lake Louise and ski resort - click to enlarge]
[24 - Looking south-east down the Bow Valley toward Banff - click to enlarge]
[25-Mushroom and fresh snow on Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[26-Chateau Lake Louise from the Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
[27 - Chateau Lake Louise from the Saddleback Pass Trail - click to enlarge]
This is Fortress Lake with Mt. Sadlier in the background. Fortress Lake is located in Hamber Provincial Park in British Columbia. A previous post I did on this lake covers one of three methods of reaching this lake: hiking; the others are to fly in or to ski.
James at Newtown Area Photo has started a meme called Weekend Reflections. Post a reflection during the week-end, then log on at his site.
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This is a fictionalized story about Gilgamesh in ancient Mesopotamia where Ms Roberts has developed an in-depth detailed description of Sumarian life in 2800 BC in the city of Uruk. From what I know of the story of King Gilgamesh, Ms Roberts has not deviated much from the tale to portray the characters in a manner she feels would be appropriate for their stature in the community.
The story is seen through multiple points of view from Enkidu, the wild man who lives with the gazelles in the desert; Gilgamesh, the cruel tyrant king of Uruk, and Shamhat, a temple priestess of the Goddess Ianna, who fears the wrath of the gods over Gilgamesh’s behaviour.
There are two dream prophecies: one from the temple priest, Nanna-Ur-Sag, of a man from the wild who will humble Gilgamesh to restore peace and order to the city; and one from the King, Gilgamesh, of meeting a man who will become a companion to him, his second self.
When word comes to Uruk of a wild man from the desert, Gilgamesh thinks this is the person to relieve his boredom. He arranges for Shamhat to ‘tame’ the wild man Enkidu and bring him back. Little does Gilgamesh know that Shamhat has her own plans for Enkidu to restore favour with the gods.
Once begun this book was difficult to put down as there were always new questions that needed to be answered. The background information and interaction between the characters is richly described and believable. I recommend this book for anyone who has an interest in ancient Sumarian civilization to have a look at what life may have been like. This would also be a good young adult book.
This is a continuation of Day 1 of the hike through lower Fryatt Valley. Fryatt Valley is in Jasper National Park, Alberta in the Canadian Rockies. This is considered a difficult hike and any hiker should consider making this a 4 to 5 day excursion.
[21 - Headwall Falls]
The headwall portion of the trail gains 200m in less than a kilometre.
[22- Looking down lower Fryatt Valley from the trail up the headwall]
[23 - climbing the headwall]
[24 - Part of the Headwall Falls - click to enlarge]
[25 - Nearing top of the Headwall]
[26 - Mossy waterfall in Fryatt Valley - click to enlarge]
Near the top of the headwall is a small waterfall with a pool – good place to stop and rest.
[27 - near the top of the headwall overlooking Fryatt Valley toward Athabasca Valley]
[28 - Upper Fryatt Creek above the headwall - click to enlarge]
100m farther along is the Sydney Vallance Hut run by the Alpine Club of Canada at approximately the 22km mark. The hut accommodates 12 hikers and is the only place to stay overnight in the upper valley.
[29 - Sydney Vallance Hut in upper Fryatt Valley]
[30 - Sydney Vallance Hut - click to enlarge]
From the ACC hut after a night's rest plan on exploring the upper Fryatt Valley with a light pack.
[31 - Upper Fryatt Valley - click to enlarge]
Above the headwall the upper Fryatt Valley opens up to reveal ice-clad peaks and subalpine meadows.
The trail here is often wet and covered in a carpet of wildflowers in July. The route climbs a rocky moraine then descends thru stands of alpine fir to the shore of a small lake fed by the meltwaters of the nearby Belanger Glacier. From here there is an unobstructed view of rugged peaks and glaciers.
[32 - Harlequin ducks on Fryatt Creek]
[33 - Harlequin ducks on Fryatt Creek - click to enlarge]
[34 - Upper Fryatt Valley]
[35 - White speck is Mountain Goat - click to enlarge]