Travel Flashback: The Ukrainians in Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

After visiting the Northwest Territories, we stopped off in Alberta to visit family and do some wandering in the less-touristed areas east of Edmonton.

We had reserved a mid-sized rental car but we were in for a surprise when we arrived at the Edmonton Airport…there were no mid-sized cars left.  Our choice: a jeep or a “mid-sized” pick-up truck. As we rather like the protection that doors offer, we opted for the mid-sized truck.  “Mid-sized” for Alberta, perhaps, but absolutely gigantic to our urban Ontario eyes. Anyway, we certainly felt safe in what we affectionately called “the tank”.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Having a vehicle allowed us the luxury of seeing some small-town sights:  public transportation is not terribly well-developed in Canada and rural Alberta is no exception.  On our first full day with the truck, we visited two Ukrainian-themed sights:  the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village, just east of Elk Island National Park, and the town of Vegreville.   We also visited some other small towns but I will save those for future posts!

This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta
This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta

We spent several hours at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village.  It is a collection of historic buildings from all over eastern Alberta that have been moved to a single location.  It is like you are in a typical Alberta village from the early twentieth century that has a sizable Ukrainian immigrant population.

It’s not just a bunch of relocated buildings, however.  Most of the buildings are “inhabited” by role-playing guides.  We could actually talk to the shopkeeper, the sergeant at the R.C.M.P. detachment, and the labourer at the grain elevator (see photo at top of post)…all of them remaining in character (and even speaking with Ukrainian accents, where appropriate) throughout.

A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

The churches were anticipated highlights, of course, reminding us of what we had seen in Finland and Estonia the previous summer.  However, we were equally as impressed by a couple of buildings on the outskirts of “town”.  One was a sod house, being an immigrant’s first Canadian home, while the other was a slightly sturdier and roomier house that might have been an immigrant’s second Canadian home.

Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Being inside the sod house was a real revelation for us.  Until then, it had been very difficult to visualize what immigrant life was like in Canada one hundred years ago:  most buildings surviving from that era belonged to established and relatively affluent Canadians.   Surviving in such a dark and damp house must have been incredibly challenging.  And we saw it in the summer:  how would it have been during the frigid Albertan winter with so little daylight?

A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community
A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community

After a lunch of perogies, sausage and cabbage, we drove east along the Yellowhead Highway to the town of Vegreville.  Small Alberta towns are known for their oversized “sculptures” that reflect the special features of that community.  Vegreville had a substantial Ukrainian population, so the decision was made to commission a massive Pysanka (Ukrainian Easter Egg) as part of the R.C.M.P.  Centennial celebrations in 1974.

The world's largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)
The world’s largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)

The Vegreville Pysanka is quite famous – it has even appeared on Canadian stamps and been visited by Queen Elizabeth II.  But it’s not just big:  it moves!  It also was quite a technical accomplishment, as the design was the first computer modeling of an egg.   While we didn’t stay in Vegreville for very long, it was still a nice way to “cap” our Ukrainian immigrant experience.

My next blog entry will focus on some other highlights (though not necessarily famous ones) of our Alberta visit.  In the meantime, we are busy planning for our international journey in July!

Travel Flashback: Andermatt 2012

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

A couple of months ago, I wrote about skiing in the famous Swiss ski resort of St. Moritz.  We did it on the cheap by staying in a rather “rustic” pension in the nearby village of Celerina.  Seeking even more Alpine fun, a couple of us moved on to the remote village of Andermatt for some additional skiing.

Andermatt could not be more different from St. Moritz.  No champagne and caviar: everybody was here to ski.  A lot.  Andermatt is one of those smaller-scale resorts that attracts hard-core skiers because of the extensive off-piste opportunities.

Pausing halfway between Andermatt and Sedrun
Pausing halfway between Andermatt and Sedrun – clearly having a miserable time in the March sun

How hard-core were the skiers here? We’re usually among the first on the slopes, but here we never saw anybody else at breakfast. The breakfast room opened at 7:00 a.m. and everybody was out of there by 7:15 a.m. when we arrived.

Although the total number of lifts and pistes wasn’t on the same scale as Zermatt, for example, the vertical drop was still huge. It was also possible to ratchet over to the nearby resort of Sedrun, as it was included in the same lift pass.

You can ski right through real villages here!  This is just above Sedrun.
You can ski right through real villages here! This is just above Sedrun.

Whether we were in Andermatt, Sedrun, or somewhere in between, we never had to line up for the lifts.  I didn’t see too many day trippers here:  it’s just a little too far from big cities, at least by central European standards.  With no crowds, it was relatively easy to ski every single marked piste in the combined ski areas…and then return to our favourites over and over again.

Figuring out the best route down - high above Andermatt on the Gemsstock
A mock-serious moment high above Andermatt, scoping  out the best route down from the top of the Gemsstock

We also saw a lot of unusual things.  One fellow (who, like a number of the skiers here, was a real individualist) brought his dog with him on the chairlift.  That was cute, although I wondered how he would ski while carrying the dog.  The answer:  his dog RAN down the pistes!  I’ve never seen anything like it.  It was a fairly large retriever and he just took off after his swift-skiing owner all the way down.   I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dog that happy.  He had the goofiest grin on his face as he jumped into his owner’s arms at the bottom of the next lift. In a smaller resort like Andermatt, this kind of thing can happen.

The narrow main street of Andermatt:  lots of snow even in mid-March!
The narrow main street of Andermatt: lots of snow even in mid-March!

The town itself was pretty sedate, especially after the slopes had closed for the day:  it was nothing like the pumping party scene you might find in the larger Austrian resorts.   I remember how loud the squeaking snow sounded as we walked back to our hotel at night.  You could see thousands of stars in the sky and really feel like you were “off the grid”.   This was also one of the few Swiss resorts where we could afford a hotel room with our own bathroom.

The bottom of the piste...and our hotel in Andermatt!
The bottom of the piste…and our hotel in Andermatt!

Staying here for an entire week here might be pushing it, unless you hired a guide to explore the back country.  However, as you can probably tell from the pictures, I had a blast being a scruffy powder hound here for a few days…an enjoyable contrast to the Belle Époque elegance of St. Moritz.

Travel Flashback: Verona, Italy 2013

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Walking through Verona, Ontario reminded me that I recently enjoyed a visit to the “original” Verona in northern Italy. I hadn’t planned to visit Verona but it was the closest airport to Val Gardena (where we were about to ski) and the rest of our ski posse wasn’t flying into Verona until the next day. Would we be able to spend 24 hours in Verona? Easily!

For many English speakers, Verona is familiar because of Shakespeare. There are “The Two Gentleman of Verona”, of course, and there is also “The Taming of the Shrew”. However, it is probably best known as the location of “Romeo and Juliet”.

"The" balcony at Casa di Giulietta in Verona, Italy
“The” balcony at Casa di Giulietta in Verona, Italy

Yes, there is a courtyard where you can wander in and see Juliet’s house (La Casa di Giulietta) and Juliet’s balcony.  Interestingly, Shakespeare was not the first person to write about Romeo and Juliet: the first version was written by Luigi da Porto in 1530.  There is actually some historical basis for the story, as there were in fact two feuding families (the Capelletti and Montecchi, rather than the Capulets and Montagues) who lived in Verona at the time.

The Verona Arena is right in the middle of downtown Verona
The Verona Arena is right in the middle of downtown Verona

Whether La Casa di Giulietta has any true historical connection to Shakespeare’s play is extremely questionable…but it certainly looks like a proper medieval balcony in a courtyard. And, for true romantics, it is possible get married here: civil ceremonies are performed on Mondays, when the house is closed to tours.

Sunset at the Verona Arena
Sunset at the Verona Arena

For me, however, the highlight of Verona was its Arena.  It dates back to 30 A.D. and is the third largest of its kind (the Colosseum in Rome is the largest).  It doesn’t look that large from the main piazza but that is partially the result of a sinking structure…or a rising city.   Once we got inside, the true scale was revealed.

A hidden corner of downtown Verona, seen from just inside the walls of the Verona Arena
A hidden corner of downtown Verona, seen from just inside the walls of the Verona Arena

Walking around the tunnels was somewhat eerie, as I thought about how much history had played out here in the two thousand years since it was built.  The lower levels of Rome’s Colosseum were not accessible during our visit there in 2014, so I am really glad that I had the chance to explore the structure in Verona.  It also was much less crowded than the Colosseum…and we could climb all over the place as it is still used for special events.

View across the Adige River in Verona
View across the Adige River in Verona to Castello San Pietro

Many operatic performances (featuring legends such as Maria Callas) have taken place here but lately it has become a popular location for concerts by rock’s aristocracy.  Recent concerts have included Pink Floyd, The Who, Paul McCartney, Sting and Peter Gabriel, to name a few.  The Arena could accommodate 30,000 spectators when it was first built but for safety reasons the capacity is considerably less today.

Via Mazzini, in downtown Verona (also visible on right side of the photo at the top of this post)
Via Mazzini, in downtown Verona (also visible on right side of the photo at the top of this post)

There’s much more to Verona than just the Arena and Shakespeare.  We climbed up a small “mountain” for views over the city and found ourselves dodging more than one Roman relic.   Even walking through the relatively new shopping district at dusk was magical:  the white marble streets (just like in Dubrovnik) lent a special glow to the evening.

While there is plenty to see here, Verona in March was not overrun.  At this time of year, there seemed to be a nice balance between real Veronese life and happy tourists.  Life felt good here:  while I may not return to Venice or Milan anytime soon, I can see myself making an effort to get reacquainted with the “original” Verona.

Return to the K&P Trail

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Last year, one of my posts was about hiking on the K&P Trail north of Kingston. This old railway line has been converted to a recreational trail and we are continuing our attempt to hike its entire length.

We’ve managed to cover two more segments of the trial since my previous post.  We have now walked all the way from Kingston to the northern edge of the village of Verona (and back).

View of the K&P Trail from Boyce's Road in Hartington
View of the K&P Trail from Boyce’s Road in Hartington

We had low expectations for the portion leading north from Hartington.  However, after a not-very-tranquil segment near Highway 38, the trail plunged into wilderness.   Following a dramatic rock cut, we began to see all kinds of interesting wildlife.  First up was an active beaver population:  I didn’t act quickly enough to get a photo of a diving beaver, but I then spotted the unmistakable evidence of  very recent beaver activity (see photo at the top of this post).   From then on, our eyes were furiously scanning for signs of wildlife.

Many turtles on a log, as seen from the K&P Trail south of Verona
Many turtles on a log, as seen from the K&P Trail south of Verona

While we didn’t see any other beavers, we did see lots of gnawed trees….and a lot of turtles.  We saw massive lines of turtles sunning themselves on fallen trees.  Once, we even saw an unusual turtle-snake interaction…eventually,  the snake gave up and left the turtle alone.   Although they never got too close, birds of prey were also circling above us with rather unnerving frequency.

Mysterious Christmas tree, north of Hartington
Mysterious Christmas tree, north of Hartington

There was the occasional sign of human  interaction here:  for reasons unknown, somebody decided to put Christmas ornaments on a tree beside the trial.  We almost walked right past the tree without noticing.  Since then, however, we have been speculating about why this happened.  If anybody knows the story (the tree was no more than 30 minutes’ walk north of Hartington), let me know.

Close-up of a pair of turtles
Close-up of a pair of turtles

Our second segment took us from just south of Bellrock Road to just north of the village of Verona.  It was quite hot and we didn’t feel like pushing ourselves too much.  As part of the trail is actually on one of the streets of Verona, it also didn’t have quite the same ruggedness as the previous segment.

Rock cut north of Hartington
Rock cut north of Hartington

However, one of the advantages of traveling through a village is that you can take refuge from the hot weather.  After finishing our walk, we stopped in at a local trail-side restaurant called “Martha’s Place” (which we used to know as the “Bravo Restaurant”).  Pulled pork appeared in several different forms on the menu, so I figured that it must be a specialty.  I enjoyed the pulled pork sandwich very much, even though it was one of the messiest things I have ever eaten.  There was sauce everywhere:  I nearly got some in my eyes.

View of Hardwood Creek from the K&P Trail, just south of Verona
View of Hardwood Creek from the K&P Trail, just south of Verona

While Verona is nowhere near the size of the “real” Verona (which is coming up soon in one of my Travel Flashbacks!) in Italy, it is also the last major settlement on the currently developed portion of the K&P Trail.  Everything from this point forward will be much more remote.

Stay tuned for more Travel Flashbacks, local travel stories, and our exciting international trip in July!  We’re really going off the beaten path for this one…I’ll have some hints for you as the trip gets closer.