Alberta

Travel back in time to Haying in the 30’s and see how farmers of yesteryear worked from sun-up to sun-down followed by a Saturday night barn dance. 

It wasn’t a typical Sunday morning.

Dust, horses and the faint smell of fresh manure bring me back to childhood in rural Alberta.

Like most forms of art, chalking can be very messy. The pastel colours get on your hands, on your clothes, on your face and in your hair.

I steadied myself, held my breath and unholstered my camera. Moments later, a dozen horses thundered past.

There aren’t many places where you can watch the sun set over the Rockies while you’re sitting on a midway ride. But you can in Cochrane, during the annual Cochrane Fair.

Feet raw from a hot afternoon of barefoot dancing, I dipped my toes into the cool flowing waters of the Tawatinaw River. Behind me, the band played on.

Celebrating the days of the voyageurs, canoe enthusiasts will retrace the paddle strokes of David Thompson's 1867 route - and the Centennial Voyageurs who also did it in 1967.

Eating a roasted pig’s eye after watching the giant tires of a competitor’s truck roll over the side of your vehicle mid-race has to be one of the more stomach-churning insults ever added to near-i

Clarence Buchanan likes to tell the story about how two women walk into Wood Buffalo Brewing Company and each order a Coors Lite.