I went back to Vancouver in early May last year, snow still covered most of my lawn in Calgary, what did show was dusty brown. When my dad picked me up at the airport, I couldnt stop talking about how green everything was. Sure the city is surrounded by rainforests, hence the rain, but everything was so green.
I miss the mountains. Calgary’s are gorgeous but they’re there, not right there. I miss the water. At 100m wide, the Bow hardly cuts it, although a walk alongside Glenmore Reservoir can help ease the soul. I miss the trees. The leaves fall off here.
There is, however, a place I can go and instantly drift off to the coast – The Douglas Fir Trail at Edworthy Park. I run a loop that has me on a path by the Bow River (not quite the Stanley Park seawall, but it will do) for a few hundred metres before ascending into a forest of tall, old, damp fir trees.
Instantly I feel like I’ve been transported to the North Shore trails in Vancouver. Old wooden steps, bridges and railings take you across the slope, similar to the paths of Lynn Canyon.
It’s not the Grouse Grind, but it’s a mountain staircase trail run that takes me off the prairies. The loop of the pathway and trail is barely 30 minutes, but it’s a 30 minute escape that brings me, well, home.