After an early morning flight we were happy to leave Calgary into the sparkling sunshine and to continue driving towards the vast column of the Rockies in the distance. About twenty five miles from Banff we entered a spectacular valley with mountain views continuous on both sides and a gorgeous river with ice patches running beside us. Six hours of travel and alot of waiting we were particularly happy to arrive at Douglas Fir resort on the top side of Tunnel Mountain. The resort consisted of about 50 alpine cottages. Our cottage was the furthest into the woods and our balcony looked down a pine covered mountain slope about a quarter of a mile and across a valley a spectacular view of a granite massif which glowed wonderfully in the fading late afternoon sunset.
The cottage itself had a lovely loft, high peaked ceilings, fireplace, a large pile of logs and kindling and most importantly was very quiet.
On the second day I got up early and went out and took pictures of the various woodcarvings around the resort. There were more than a dozen with motifs of eagle and hare, eagle and bear cub, brother wolves, bear and bear cub, raven and fox, wolf and coyote etc. While I was taking pictures a raven landed and started to peck at something buried in the snow. I had not seen a raven before (what a huge bird) and was eager to get close and take a picture. The raven only let me get so close and then hopped away, looking at me with one eye over its shoulder and calling what sounded like "who you, who you, who you"
Eventually I left to go back to the cottage to get ready to go to the tournament. When I and my wife Anne left to walk to the tournament there were peals of bell like sounds coming from the top of nearby trees. Anne thought it was an owl but I knew instinctively it was the raven. To be continued.
The cottage itself had a lovely loft, high peaked ceilings, fireplace, a large pile of logs and kindling and most importantly was very quiet.
On the second day I got up early and went out and took pictures of the various woodcarvings around the resort. There were more than a dozen with motifs of eagle and hare, eagle and bear cub, brother wolves, bear and bear cub, raven and fox, wolf and coyote etc. While I was taking pictures a raven landed and started to peck at something buried in the snow. I had not seen a raven before (what a huge bird) and was eager to get close and take a picture. The raven only let me get so close and then hopped away, looking at me with one eye over its shoulder and calling what sounded like "who you, who you, who you"
Eventually I left to go back to the cottage to get ready to go to the tournament. When I and my wife Anne left to walk to the tournament there were peals of bell like sounds coming from the top of nearby trees. Anne thought it was an owl but I knew instinctively it was the raven. To be continued.
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