Postcard from the road to Wayne, Alberta

We drove out to the Last Chance Saloon for lunch, over bridges, along the meandering Rosebud River, and heard blackbirds whistling in the rushes. This was my father’s early country, a landscape hard and austere and beautiful. At the museum later with my grandchildren, looking at dinosaur skeletons and the tiny fossils of ginkgo leaves, I remembered my father telling me how he’d walked endlessly in those hills as a boy.¬† “But I never found anything worth keeping in my life.” What’s left? Everything. I wish all of you were here. Love.

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~ by theresakishkan on April 28, 2019.

One Response to “Postcard from the road to Wayne, Alberta”

  1. […] cabin we’d booked and then we decided to drive out to Wayne for lunch. (I sent a postcard from Wayne for those of you who read this blog on a regular […]

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