'Brrr. It is cold here.', they said when they stepped out of YYC, Calgary International Airport. After a good night's sleep, it was time to test that cold. Off to 'Bragg Creek', apparently there is some nice hiking and snow shoeing to be found, not far from the city. On the way back, just as their eyelashes thawed from frozen, they saw a herd of moose, that 'live' right by a residential area. They feel homey within the trees of the property. How big they are. No one can imagine. Just as you can't imagine the cold. From their apartment in Bridgeland they can see all of downtown, the young, growing and small center, and on a clear day they can see as far as the wide spread Rockies, visited frequently by now, downhill, cross-country, backcountry. When the spring breaks and cracks the thick layer of ice on Bow River, cheerful Calgarians will not dare to complain a single day. We run, we walk, we cycle, smile, let pedestrians cross, say sorry and thank you. The most beautiful (summer) time of my life.
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