From Spondin we continued eastward, skirting the fringe of the desert on our way to a date with Helen, Mary, Ruth and Kate – Hemaruka for short. Although possessing few amenities, this outpost on the plains was well-maintained, the hall was in good shape, and home improvements were underway on at least one residence. Judging by the lack of derelict structures, and proliferation of plaques within, Hemaruka appears to be a community that is determined not to disappear. Next stop (s): Little Gem and Naco. Continue reading #FABTrip15: A date with Helen, Mary, Ruth and Kate
Leaving Hanna, Greg and I traveled north towards Scapa, tracing the route of the now-abandoned Hanna-Warden C.N.R. line. We paused at Dowling Lake to reflect, checked out Alberta’s newest (closed) provincial park, and looked for traces of the nearby Dowling townsite . Continuing northward, our arrival at Scapa was heralded with enthusiasm by several curious canines. We went with the flow, withstanding waves of ankle-biters and leg-mounters, all for a closer look into the crumbling heart of a once prosperous pioneer community.
Continue reading #FABTrip15: “Hanna to Scapa” or “Going with the Flow”
At the start of Day 2, we left behind the unfinished business to snoop around Hanna, before heading north to parts unknown. In our tour we came across a business that was definitely finished, and some contemporary finishes to some classic brick work in the heart of Hanna, which provided fodder for Greg’s scathing social commentary. Continue reading #FABTrip15: We see more of Hanna on Day Two
As the darkness slowly crept in from the west, Greg and I continued trucking eastward towards Hanna, our final destination on day one. By this time the weather had turned cool, and clouds begin congealing over Delia, providing a spectacular sunset for weary travellers navigating fair weather roads. Hanna greeted us with (an) unfinished business, hearty helpings of pub fare, and a midnight downpour to wash it all down.
Continue reading #FABTrip15: The sun sets on Day One
As the sun lilted lazily towards the horizon, we made our way north from the Drumheller Valley towards a small community called Michichi. With the little hand pointing to seven, we continued easterly towards the Hand Hills, and the spectacular sunset to come. Continue reading #FABTrip15: “Starland, starbright” or “Moon’s over Michichi”