One of the less visited parks in Manitoba is Duck Mountain Provincial Park. Yet it is a beautiful park, with lots of possibilities for fishing and stargazing. A few weeks ago I went there with a friend to spend a weekend far away from civilization.
Well, as far away as you can call a campground far from civilization. The first evening was a bit of work…
Manitoba has a lot of Ukrainian history. Seemingly, wherever you go, there is some kind of Ukrainian heritage to be found. From the churches to people, from schools to Kalyna, a very famous Ukrainian berry. But some Ukrainian heritage seems to be hidden or nearly forgotten.
In the small town of Senkiw, Manitoba there is a swinging bridge. I have seen other swinging bridges in Manitoba, but this one was new to me. So, with a friend we went in search of the Swinging Bridge of Senkiw. Little did we know we were in historical territory.
Well, they’re not really just northern. Soon enough we’ll get them all over the northern hemisphere. Last weekend I went a bit north with a friend. A few hundred kilometers north, to Duck Mountain. We went camping on a soon to close-for-the-season campground.
In fact, it was the last weekend they were open, with closing time set at Sunday, 3pm. The days were nice and “warm” with temperatures hovering around +29C ( I specify the Celsius here, some people might think that Canada is already frozen in September). Nights were a bit fresher, around +2C.
After waiting for 15 minutes for the bar to pass from 0% to 5%, I had enough of it. I decided to go out and do something useful instead of staring at the progress bar. So when a group of friends organised a little outing, I jumped to the occasion.
The outing itself didn’t yield many photographs, but lots of laughs instead. Going out with the Manitoba Foto Friends (and friends) is always welcome.
All over the Internet one can see pictures of skies. From dark skies to clear skies and anything in between. Storm chasers seem to have the upper hand at this time of the year. I have been storm chasing with friends some time ago and had a great time. It’s a pleasure to be out in the middle of nowhere with people who know what they are talking about. A rare quality in this day and age.
I am not a storm chaser per se, but I do like the occasional chase. But sometimes, the chase only needs to go as far as down the road from the house. A panorama always seems to do cloud formations justice.