Summer came to our venture in Chestermere by the irrigation canal. We met for a brisk walk in this prairie environment.
The fields shone golden, and the cloudless sky reflected blue in the canal along our path. The water level was low, before the snow melt in the mountains fills the irrigation system later in the year. Thus, the bright orange booms before and after the dangerous weir seemed to be redundant, although signs warned sternly about portage.
At first, birds were elusive. A trio of horses substituted interest. At last, we spied a Canada Goose tromping about in the stubble of a grain field. Then, we noticed a pair of ducks amongst the muddy rocks in the canal.
As usual, with time winding towards noon, cyclists and other walkers passed us. Happily, on their way back, crossing us again, they greeted us as friends. Our warm morning ended in a large circle for lunch, as we brainstormed a whole summers worth of hikes beyond the city limits.
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