So because they're not right here, that means they're far away?
It definitely depends on what one is used to. To a Calgarian they're close. To a Vancouverite, 45 minutes isn't close. I've met Torontonians that think this city is hilly. Coming from Halifax, I find that absurd. Haligonians think their summers lack heat. My friend from Nunavut finds it too hot.
See what I mean.
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World's First Documented Baseball Game: Beachville, Ontario, June 4th, 1838.
World's First Documented Gridiron Game: University College, Toronto, November 9th, 1861.
Hamilton Tiger-Cats since 1869 & Toronto Argonauts since 1873: North America's 2 oldest pro football teams
This one was the most bizarre trail I have ever been on in my life. It was expertly designed. It had none of the strenuous straight up the hillside climbs that the East Coast Trail is famous for. The grade was comfortable the entire way. I only had to put my hands on my thighs to push up a couple of times.
There were numerous waterfalls, spectacular scenery, and the whole trail is only about 15-km.
Suicidal couple. They actually got wet. It was sweet how attentive he was to his missus, though.
A little waterfall from behind.
Another suicidal person, right below a memorial cross for someone who died in the same place.
Looking toward Logy Bay-Middle Cove-Outer Cove (background peninsula; St. John's is on the other side of that hill). Flatrock in the foreground on the closer peninsula.
Closer view.
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Mohkínstsis — 1.6 million people at the Foothills of the Rocky Mountains, 400 high-rises, a 300-metre SE to NW climb, over 1000 kilometres of pathways, with 20% of the urban area as parkland.
A few of the fall colours in suburban St. John's. We don't have endless tracts of deciduous trees, but the shrubbery on the most exposed hillsides changes colours dramatically.
A big wave came and almost finished me. But I managed to scramble back up. This was just a normal wave:
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They said drive to the end of the road and turn right.
They said drive to the end of the road and turn right. then go to the end of that road and your project will be there.
Little did I know that meant driving almost to Saskatchewan.
Far East-North Central Alberta.
This is in the middle of a SAGD oil sand plant.
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On April 29, 1903 at 4:10 AM, 82 million tons of limestone broke away from the face of Turtle Mountain at Frank, Alberta (now part of Crowsnest Pass), partially burying the town and killing an estimated 70-90 people. The rock flowed like a liquid across the valley, finally coming to rest two kilometers from the base of the mountain, after 90-100 seconds (estimated to have reached speeds up to 112kph). The sound could be heard over 200km away.
This area has been home to aboriginal peoples of the plains for at least 6,000 years. This place in particular is an archaeological site where the native people, using keen understanding of the topography of the land and of the behaviour of the plains bison, hunted entire herds at once by stampeding them over the cliffs onto the rocks below. This provided them with enough food, clothing, and other essentials to their way of life to get them through the harsh winter to come.
^ Thanks, Boris. That it is, but also really fascinating. Seeing the extent of the rock, or even just viewing it from Google Maps is surreal. It's hard to imagine the forces involved in such an event.