We made a brief stop in the little town of Morse. I had never heard of it before. I had no idea that at one time it was the thriving hub of shipping grains to all points of the compass.
All that is left is a museum made from a former school:
They had artifacts from the early days, how would you like to be in this dentist's chair:
The optometrist's stuff seems much the same:
As what happens to so many places, when the railroad gets moved away, the town dies out. There were only seven people in their Grade 12 graduating class!
Next up was one of the Mountie's earliest outposts, Fort Walsh, in the gorgeous Cypress Hills region.
All these buildings were a recreation, built on the spots of the original:
These two good natured guys actually came to attention when I said ten-hut, and made me feel guilty when they said they were used to it :P
They took us inside one of the buildings that had an over view of the fort and artifacts:
The famous buffalo greatcoat -new freezing the privates in that number!
They had close ties to the native people:
The commander of the fort got the nicest accommodations of course:
The enlisted men had tight quarters, but boy those skins sure would be warm to sleep in!
Coming out of the little cabin, I spotted some horses outside the fort and raced to get a photo:
They gathered around this one spot:
Then it was time for the canon firing demo. There was always a five man crew with each person's job critical and dangerous, if done wrong they could lose a limb or more:
It was very interesting to watch:
The very careful handing off of the live load:
The last man finishes his chore:
Loved this statue:
The detail was incredible:
An overview of the fort:
View back at the museum and coffee shop where we had lunch:
Gravesite of the original settlers, used by generations of the same family. McKay, which was my grandmother's married name with whom she had no children:
The road down (and up) to get to this gorgeous valley was a steep treacherous switchback with no shoulders and tree limbs brushing the bus quite often:
That is all for now.
The second half of my bridge club championship game went amazingly well, not a hitch anywhere! The evening with the students went fairly well. I was assigned to babysit these poor old dears who could barely see and had matching magnifying glasses with lights on them. Unfortunately, neither of them could see to write or keep score and the one in particular said she was going to give it up for now as she just couldn't see enough. She did say she was getting a machine of some kind to help her see better and would see how that works out. Unfortunately, neither of them would be able to play in a regular game, they would need too much attention and help :( The class is huge and there is simply not enough experienced players around to help out with them all. 13 tables is the highest number we have had in a very long time of new people. Here is hoping they don't get frustrated with it and drop out as the lessons are quite a lot of information for a person really new to it all. it can be overwhelming.
Thanks for stopping by!