Hollee drove down last evening so that we could head out early for a road trip to Blackfoot Crossing. Recently, she was able to view Elder in the Making, a movie that I have not yet seen. This movie really impacted her and Hollee asked if I would be up to a road trip to this beautiful place, a place where we are all reminded of our obligation to be treaty people. I love Blackfoot Crossing and if my readers have not yet journeyed there, please do. Episode 1.
Early this morning, I went out in bedroom slippers and fed the birds. (The sparrows are all raising their young and they congregate each morning, just like the wee pigs that they are. Oh my. They are messy!) There in the back gardens, I found my first Oriental Poppy blooming and my first open Peony. I love the lush green surrounding these highly saturated blossoms and thought about the next bush painting that is already living inside my head.
There was no shortage of conversation as we took 22X and steered ourselves east. There was a powerful sky and a big whoosh of wind as various systems of weather were moving through the province. We stopped at the landmark for Blackfoot Crossing shortly after Hollee noticed the graveyard from the road. I felt determined to find Jordan’s resting place. The wind was so strong and carried a bit of a bite. The two of us took in the remarkable vistas. It was an awesome first glance of the panoramic view of the valley and treaty lands.
Next, we visited Chief Crowfoot’s last camping place.
Next…Chief Crowfoot’s resting place. If my readers haven’t read his biography as yet, I recommend Crowfoot: Chief of the Blackfoot by Hugh Dempsey. A powerful book!
Bernard couldn’t meet up with us, but said he would include me in his smudge today. He is such a beautiful person. I was determined to find the place where Jordan, his son, rests and today, I found him…was able to take pause and pray. I am grateful that Jordan’s life and mine intersected. I treasured Jordan in his youth. Today, I was able to remember. The next time I travel to the crossing, I will bring a special gift that reflects that relationship and I will place it on his grave.
We had a magic-filled walk and went to the site where the museum has documented an earthen village. However, the archaeologists that were working on site today walked us through some of the more current discoveries and that was super exciting.
Mushroom burgers and homemade fries were enjoyed at Pete’s Bakery in Cluny. We ended up giving Morris a ride into Strathmore after that. He showed us a buffalo jump. He showed us Hammer Hill. He told us about making head dresses and about his early sketching as a young boy. He showed us his high school. It was lovely.
Peter’s daughter told us the story of her father. She was such a beautiful person. I so wish that I had asked her her name. Eat at Peter’s Bakery in Cluny! So good!!
I’m grateful for this day. I’m grateful for what nature teaches us.
Safe and sound and rested, at home, Hollee headed north on the highway and Max and I went to the river. My day began with flowers and ended with birds…and all else, made for a beautiful middle.