This is the first I’ve “seen” of them so far this vacation: in past years, I have received updates sometimes daily.
Along the vein of all his outings, this one was both educational and cultural (their grandpa has a PhD in education).
He took them out to “Women’s Buffalo Jump,” a place where native Canadians would traditionally hunt buffalo – driving them over a cliff to their death. Not quite a “jump,” more of a “smash” (“purée”?) but that’s what such places are called. The best-known is “head-smashed-in buffalo jump,” which really is a real place despite my mockery every time I pass the signs for it.
They were guided by a native elder, probably a friend or acquaintance of their grandfather. He has the gift of being able to make anybody his new best friend. I mean this in the most good of good ways. He is a great listener; it’s an art form with him, and asks just the right questions – always.
The elder was, apparently, paid off in tobacco – he’s a nonsmoker, but uses it in rituals. Here they are together:
Clambering over various rocky bits:
This gives a great sense of the scale:
In case you thought Canada’s prairie was dull and flat and featureless – gorgeous!
Bye, kiddies! See you next Thursday!!!