Hello Internet, it’s Friday, September 28th, and I’m in Calgary.
To update from last week, I have finished both The Bone People and The Man with the Hole in his Head, because plane rides are long. It’s only 4.5 hours from Ottawa to clay, but I was able to read about 3/4 of a novel AND take a nap, which does not bode well for there upcoming 13hr flight in my future.
That being said, now I get to really test out my eReader, which is AMAZING. I have borrowed 2 books from the eLibrary. I have them for a week. Normally, I can’t read one book in a week, but I have lots of flying to do, so it might work out. Also, I freaking love this eReader. Love love love. It’s SO GREAT.
Yesterday, I flew in to Calgary. My cousin picked me up at the airport, took me out to supper, and then we hung out with her cats for a little while (Oh, my nose! My allergic, allergic nose! The sneezing!) and caught up on life before going to bed. And then today we went to Fort Calgary.
This is only my second visit to Calgary in adulthood, and in both cases the visits have been flying, but it seems to me that Calgary is very interesting place, anthropologically speaking. Some things are so much like Newfoundland that I occasionally forget that I am not there. For example, people are very nice and don’t mind having short chats with strangers. And then, some things are just so freaking different that I actually find myself a bit shocked.
For example, there is no large body of water here. A river, yes. A body of water that changes colour with the weather? No. And for example, nobody seems to… mind. As though large bodies of water, which have become so important to me, are not actually essential to the enjoyment of life… or something.
So, when my cousin suggested that we check out Fort Calgary, I had one prevailing thought: Fort Calgary? What were they defending?
Turns out: nothing they couldn’t defend anywhere else. Fort Calgary was built by the North West Mounted Police as an HQ for then-expanding Canada. They were defending people who lived in Alberta. From each other. White settlers. Blackfoot. Conflicts abound. We all know the story.
In fact, the location of Fort Calgary was so non-strategic that, when the Canadian Pacific Railway proposed to run through Calgary, promising economic survival (and, as it turned out, economic prosperity and the first major population boom of the city), they moved the Fort right out of the way.What, here? You want to put the track here? Well, if you wouldn’t mind… You can see that there’s a Fort here, can you not? The very fort that the town is named for? Yes, indeed. But is it important the fort remain… just right here, exactly? …I suppose not.
Anyway, Fort Calgary is an interesting little exhibit which deals with the buffalo hunt, ranching, important community members in the young city, the railway, the stampede, oil, and, of course, the history of the police.
Then, I got to see a friend who is working on Theatre Calgary’s production of Pride and Prejudice. That was great.
Then, I attended my cousin’s housewarming party. Because she, like many people in their mid-twenties (not me), now owns property.
I’m going to start suffixing her name with ‘Esq.’
Tomorrow, the zoo! And San Francisco/Berkeley. Weee!