On this bright (almost) spring morning, a large group of walkers met at the Weaselhead . Divided into two groups of nine, we headed off towards the Elbow River.
The morning light transformed twisted oxbow bends into sculptures of ice and water defined by the marsh. The Weaselhead Flats to the west shone more brightly than the hazy mountains. Poplar trees in North Glenmore Park reflected the light, revealing the slightest tinges of new green.
As the morning warmed, and we stuffed garments into backpacks, the river ice melted into blue pools, which disappeared under the heavier ice of the dam. Cars rushed along the causeway, oblivious to the relaxed joy of our group and the many other walkers gladly escaping their homes.
Returning to the starting point, our two groups kept their Covid separation, yet remained within hailing distance, giving us delightfully intertwined conversations while we munched sandwiches and cookies.
