John & Anne Wiley

2012/08/18

Prairie High

We flew high today, over the prairie northwest of Edmonton, to a lovely prairie town named High Prairie. But let me flash back to yesterday for a moment. We went with our young Grand family to one of the myriad events in Edmonton, called something like Fringe. We didn’t stay for the proper start of festivities but did soak up the festive atmosphere, and dance with our grand daughter while the young couple got some quiet time on a bench. She loves to dance!

0315 Dancers

0315 Dancers

Anne and I do too, so we took turns dancing with her. Which also included picking her up occasionally when she got excited and we’d intervene to calm or protect her.

0316 Quiet Moment

0316 Quiet Moment

Today’s flight was to pick up Joy who’d been visiting relatives at a lakeside cabin. In case you’re wondering: No this isn’t it.

2195 Treehouse

2195 Treehouse

Abandoned homes like this fascinate me. I imagine whole generations born, grown, aged and departed where now a tree lives. Since our time was short, we didn’t fly out to the lake. But since we love flying people who enjoy it, we took four of Joy’s relatives on three different short flights over their town in pairs to the great delight of all. Here’s the only passable pic Anne managed to get thru Tripp’s window of me taking two of them.

3880 Happy Passengers

3880 Happy Passengers

Here’s a sample of the beautiful countryside where they live.

2228 Prairie High

2228 Prairie High

The people living there are infused with this wholesome beauty, and are great fun to be with. We hope to return some day to enjoy a longer visit and maybe see that lakeside cabin. On our return flight to Edmonton with Joy, I got this snap of Slave Lake softened by the smoke of far away fires.

2212 Faust Slave

2212 Faust Slave

I think that’s the tiny town of Faust at the shore of the giant twin Slave Lakes. It was dreamy flying home over this enchanted landscape and imagining the stories of the people whose marks we saw woven into the landscape. Warm and interesting folks like the four I’d just flown. As our journey home begins tomorrow, we dream tonight on the rich tapestry of people and places that have charmed our way.

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