Ya Ha Tinda
My Canada! How can I describe the mystique? The magic? The majesty?
As the years pass, I feel more and more fortunate to have been born and raised in this magnificent country.
As a child, in Alberta, I remember our first vacation to the mountains in my Dad’s 1951 Chev half-ton with a handmade wooden camper on the back, courtesy of my clever Swedish immigrant Grandfather. I remember the first night, camping by the Raven River. Somehow, fifty miles, in 1962, took this eight-year old to an entirely new, magical world! I sat by the gurgling creek that was emptying into the river, describing this amazing scenery, as only a child can do, in my lined scribbler from my Sylvan Lake School classroom. The following day, I hid under the dash as we crept over Corkscrew Mountain, venturing into the magnificent Rocky Mountains. That trip was a pivotal point in my life, and it began a life-long love for the “West Country” of Alberta. It probably was the beginning of my wanderlust that has taken me to the four corners of the world, and back again.
Of all the amazing places in Canada, my absolute favorite is the Ya Ha Tinda in Western Alberta.