Havre to Cypress Hills PP
The overnight rain had ceased by
the time I woke at 5:30 but the temperature had definitely changed. It was much colder, in the mid-40s. I had my coffee and made final preparations
for entering Canada. I stopped to fill
up as fuel is more expensive in Canada and I was on the road by 7:30 AM. The Wild Horse customs crossing doesn’t open
until 8:00 AM so there was no hurry. The
drive was through more of the same prairie lands as I had traversed for the
past several days. The road was a narrow
two lanes with sharp edges but there was little in the way of traffic. As I hurried on my way I did observe a couple
of Swanson’s Hawks, lots of unidentified sparrows and a Black-billed Magpie
here and there. I arrived at the customs
office at precisely 8:00 and I was greeted by a pleasant young female
agent. After the usual questions—where
are you going, how long will you be in Canada, do you have more than $10,000
Canadian in you possession and do you have firearms—I responded that I had a
rifle and the requisite paper work. She
then asked if I had any pistols to which I responded no. Soon a young male officer appeared and they
asked to see the weapon. While the young
male officer checked the serial number and examined the piece she took me
inside to complete the paperwork. She
had observed Dulce and said there was no necessary paperwork for her except her
rabies papers which I produced to her satisfaction. So by 8:30 I was hurdling down Highway 41 on
my way to Elkwater, AB and Cypress Hills PP.
Once at the park I stopped by the
Visitors Center where a young woman gave me information about the park and how
and where to get a camping spot. She
noted it was Victoria Day, a Canadian Holiday Weekend, and the camp would be
nearly full. So I headed to the
registration office where another very pleasant young woman processed my
request for a campsite. I paid for one
un-serviced (in Canada this means they don’t have hookups) at a rate of $23 a
day (about $17.50 US), received my assigned space and headed up steep Ferguson
Hill to the campground near the top.
Without incident I backed into to the campsite and finished the setup
rather quickly. While in the visitors
center I inquired about Medicine Hat, the nearest town on any size as I wanted
to get some Canadian currency and find a Tim Hortons. I was told I would have no problem finding a
Tim Hortons and it was about 45 minute drive there. So I headed out and noted many duck along the
drive in small ponds adjacent to the highway—Bufflehead, Mallard, Blue-winged
Teal, Gadwall, Northern Shouvler—and some others birds of note—Black-billed
Magpie, Red-winged and Yellow-headed Blackbirds, Canada Goose, lots of American
Robins, Tree Swallows, Morning Dove, Killdeer, American Crow, more Swainson’s
Hawks—and on my way up Ferguson Hill I had a Sharp-shinned Hawk fly ahead of my
vehicle.
Once in Medicine Hat I quickly
found a bank to get cash and a Tim Hortons to have lunch. At Tim Hortons the lunch meal included a
sandwich, bowl of soup, coffee and a donut, that’s the best part a donut. Tim Hortons began as a donut shop owned by a
famous Canadian hockey player. It has
since been bought by an American company, I think Dunkin Donut. At any rate I accomplished my mission,
stopped at a Kroger’s for a few items, filled up with fuel and returned to
camp. By the time I arrived the campground
was starting to fill up.
I am camped in grove of Lodgepole Pines which dominate most
of the area. Cypress Hill has a hill
that is the highest point from here back to the east coast of Canada. The hills are a phenomena of the last ice
age. At that time this small area was
not covered by the glaciers and when they receded these hills remained while
the surrounding area became the flat plains characteristic of both eastern
Alberta and western Saskatchewan. In
1998 I spend 5 days at the Cypress Hills PP in Saskatchewan doing birding surveys
for the park. I have always want to
return. The other trees found in this
highland ecotone are aspen and other poplar varieties and White Spruce along
with various shrub understories.
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