Exploration of Rose Island (May 22)

Note:  The following was written in an offline format back in May but I’m finally getting around to posting online now.

Grabbing the dog and setting out shortly before 7am I had one destination in mind – seeking the remains of the Rose Island Amusement Park.

There isn’t a ton of information on the Internet about Rose Island – most of it rehashing the same points.  Originally known as Fern Grove in the 1880s it was located on a peninsula formed between Fourteen Mile Creek and the Ohio River.  Primarily used by churches for camps and picnics, it was only accessible by boat.

In 1923 David Rose purchased the land and built an amusement park and hotel on the site.  Alternate access was provided when a road was built allowing guests to access a foot bridge across to the peninsula from the mainland.

In 1937 the Ohio River flooded and destroyed the park.  The Indiana Army Ammunition Plant acquired the land and used it until the late 1990s when it was included in the newly formed Charlestown State Park. 

Much of what was written about exploration of the old amusement park site was pretty dated when I started my research.  Access was only by boat but when I read the State Park had built a bridge to Rose Island in late 2011 my odds of exploring the area improved greatly. 

I had two basic goals:  Find the original main entrance gates on the banks of the Ohio River and find the swimming pool.  Information I had read told me the pool was actually in good condition until the 1980s and still existed in 2004 but I was worried the potential danger and subsequent liability issues might have motivated the State Parks Department to remove the pool after building the bridge to the area.

I was a little disappointed at the very beginning.  The original road allowance which used to provide access to the area has now been paved and converted into a walking path.  Yes, it still follows the original steep decent to Fourteen Mile Creek, but as far as abandoned places exploration goes, it lost a lot of its appeal.

As for the bridge which now grants easy access to Rose Island?  Well, I am pleased it is located near (fortunately not on) the site of the original footbridge.  It also is somewhat historical in its own right.  Originally built in 1912 as the Portersville Bridge spanning the White River between Dubois and Daviess Counties, it closed to traffic in 1999, was purchased by the State Parks Department in 2008 and moved to its current location. 

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Once on the island I used my camera to take a picture of a parks sign which included a photo of the amusement park, likely taken at some point in the 1920s.  It would become my reference and map for this trip.

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I worked down towards the river and along the bank which would have been in front of the “summer cabins” in the photo.  I didn’t find anything of interest other than plenty of examples of modern-day partying.  I eventually reached the site of the original gates which achieved one of my first major goals.

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I also was excited to discover remnants of one of the two large circular items which are clearly visible in the photo just up from the main gates.  I assume these were large planters or something – it’s kind of hard to tell from the old photo.

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I decided to move my search off the path an towards the base of the cliff which, according to the old photo, would have been the site of the hotel.  I didn’t find any foundation or major remains, just a number of bricks and some broken pipes.

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Moving towards what would have been the center of the park, I could clearly tell the land was unnaturally flat and had been the site of something manmade.  The trees were also thinner here than the areas surrounding the edges of the peninsula, clearly indicating I was in the right area to find the pool.

And, then, there it was.  At first I thought I had stumbled back onto the pathway because I could see a small fence next to an open area.  That open area was the water-filled and moss-covered pool.  The moss was so thick across the surface of the water I saw a mouse run across it without falling in.

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The pool still holds water and has two ladders still intact.  A large tree has fallen into it and there is a fair amount of debris inside,  It is surrounded by a small wire fence and, in some sections, Caution tape which has bleached white over the years.  It is a remarkable location and the highlight of the exploration.

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Next to the pool there are concrete remains of a building, the outline of the floor is quite obvious.

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Only two more discoveries awaited me.  On the way back to the bridge I came across the remains of what was a fountain, its water pipe still very clearly present in the center of the ring.

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The final find was my verification of the site of the old footbridge.  The grading for it is still quite obvious and I was also able to find a number of footings and pieces of concrete which proved I was right.

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On my way out I reread the sign at the trailhead and noticed it container a picture of people using the swimming pool.  It clearly showed both one of the ladders and the building which would have been on the foundation I found.  Having now been to the pool site I was able to put the location into proper context. Very cool, I had stood on the same ground where that photographer had stood decades ago.

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Overall, my exploration of Rose Island Amusement Park was a success.

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The Soundtrack of Our Lives: Part I

All too often when driving into work I’ll hear a song on the radio and it will take me back to some point in the past.  In an instant you are transported back in time to a different point in your life — sometimes good, sometimes bad.  There will always be some songs that simply move us for reasons that no one else could possibly understand.  In essense these songs become the soundtrack of our lives.

Not every one of these songs is a classic either.  There may be some songs that our friends have never even heard of that mean a lot to us.  Sometimes there are songs we have forgotten about that, upon hearing them again years later, give us this “instant recall” of people and places long gone.

Here are some examples from my own personal soundtrack:

“I’m In a Hurry and I Don’t Know Why” by Alabama:  For me this song will always represent my second year at University.  It means late night runs to Burger King with my friend Rob, racing to south Calgary from Rundle Hall in his car.  Whenever I hear it I think of those two semesters and the fun we had with that group of friends, none of which I am in contact with anymore.

“Trust Yourself” by Blue Rodeo:  New Year’s Day 1992.  I had driven up from Vauxhall to the University to spend New Year’s Eve in residence.  There weren’t many of us around, but we had a great time.  We partied long into the night.  At one point I remember almost getting into a fight with a member of Campus Security because he had excused me and my friends of stealing a Christmas tree from one of the other floors in the building.  (We didn’t do it, either!)  My friend Deb was really drunk and passed out in my room and I remember waking up to the sound of her puking on my carpet.  I had agreed to drive her back home to Black Diamond on New Year’s Day and she was still really hungover, but I remember this song playing and me commenting how much I enjoyed it.

“Roam” by The B-52s:  This will always mean the summer of 1990.  I was working at the Wendy’s in Lethbridge that summer, getting ready to move to Calgary.  I worked the early morning shift, and we would come in at 7am to prepare for the opening at 10am.  For those first three hours we would be blasting the stereo throughout the restaurant, listening to 93 ZOO FM out of Spokane, WA.  On the weekends it was always playing Rick Dee’s Weekly Top 40 and this song was very popular at the time, and it was always so upbeat it got us working faster.  Sinead O’Conner’s “Nothing Compares to U” and Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence” take me back to that same time.

“Rocket to My Heart” by Paul Janz:  It is just after my high school graduation in 1990.  I am driving down “the jail road” taking my date Carol home to get ready for the big after-grad party.  I’m working early the next morning so I won’t be going, but as we cruised down the highway in the dark AM106 out of Calgary played this song.  It’s a great cuising song and I remember I had bought the cassette single — shows how long ago it was!  It’s a bittersweet memory because, as mentioned above, I would move to Calgary later that year to attend school.  Carol and I would remain friends, meeting on more than one occassion for coffee when she was also living in Calgary.  Our last meeting was at the Heartland Cafe in Kensington.  I remember her telling me how much she hated the city and how she longed to be back in the Coaldale/Lethbridge area.  She talked of how she loved the open space of the prairies and how the city left her claustrophobic.  She distinctly told me, “Dan, this place is going to kill me.”  The sad irony is that two weeks later she died from heart issues.  Those words haunted me for a long time.

As I said, the memories triggered by the soundtrack of our lives don’t always end up being positve.  There are a lot more songs in my personal soundtrack, and perhaps I’ll share them in a future posting.  Feel free to comment and tell me the story of your own personal soundtrack.

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A Tribute to Our Pets

I was sitting downstairs in “the dungeon”, not really working on much of anything — sorting some music, developing a couple of digital pictures and pretty much wasting time.  I saw a post come across my Facebook feed on Tweetdeck from someone I was in junior high school with — we’re talking 25 years ago or so.  Her dog, at the ripe age of nearly 16, had just died away. 

Even though I hadn’t seen or talked to her in many years I was struck with sadness.  Anyone who has owned an animal knows that feeling of emptiness that comes with the loss of a pet.  Those who have never bonded with a pet don’t understand — they often will try and offer condolences by saying “Well, it was only a dog.”  They think they are helping by putting things into perspective, but it comes across as callous. 

Pet owners “get it”.  We understand that pets are not filthy animals that happen to share our space.  They are a part of our families and a part of our lives.  They are there for us, good or bad.  Your dog doesn’t care if you had a bad day at work, or if you cursed out another driver on the commute home.  They just want to be with you and share your company.  They lift us when we are feeling down and just when you think things are going really well they crap on your carpet.  They give us balance and a place to turn where no one will pass judgement on you.  Not even the greatest spouse in the world can make that claim.

Our pets are unique.  They are the only members of the family whom we invite in knowing we expect to outlive them.  We know from the moment they step into our lives that we have started a journey together that will end badly for us — we will be the ones left behind to stare at the empty food bowl, the favourite toy which will not be played with again, the bed in the corner which will remain unslept in.  

We are forced to move on, to push past the pain.  Over time the pain subsides and the good memories flow to the surface.  We gather with our families and talk about the good times — picking out the puppy, bringing her home for the first time, that time when she [insert memory here].  Heck, there will come a day (hopefully many years from now) when I’ll look back with fondness on the day Tucker destroyed the remote control.  We’ll look at the photos, we’ll watch the home movies and we’ll smile and, in the end, that’s why we embark on the journey.

So, with that in mind, I salute Jenna — a dog I never had the pleasure of meeting.  Godspeed!

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Geocaching: In a Nutshell

It is a question I have been asked on more than one occasion:  “What is this Geocaching thing you do?”  At first glance it would appear to be quite simple to explain, but Geocaching is much like an onion — many, many layers of depth. 

The good news is that caching doesn’t need to be complicated.  You can get involved in a variety of ways and the really good news is that there is something for everyone when it comes to caching.   Whether you want to seek out caches on mountain tops or the parking lot of your local Wal-mart, there is a place for you in this hobby.

My Background

I had heard of this hobby called Geocaching back in 2001 or so.  It sounded interesting to me, but buying a GPSr wasn’t high on our list of priorities at the time.  In 2003 a coworker had been given a GPSr for his birthday and he demonstrated to me how he could hook it up to his laptop and then see his position updated in realtime on a map using Microsoft Streets and Trips.  I thought this was the most amazing thing I had seen and decided I wanted a GPSr for doing this sort of tracking when we went on vacations.

I figured there was no way Shirley would like the idea of spending that sort of money just for vacation travel, so I needed to hatch some sort of plan.  I thought back to this “Internet game” that people could play with GPS units.  I did some searching on the web before I finally found Geocaching.com.  I signed up for a free account and did some research.  I approached Shirley with the idea as follows:  “Hey, you know how you always want to go for walks but I’m not interested in walking unless I have a reason?  Well, if we make a modest investment in a GPS unit we could try this game called Geocaching.” 

Surprisingly, she went for it.  On December 15, 2003 we went looking for a cache that was located relatively close to our house.  It was hidden along the Bow River near a pathway we didn’t even know existed.  We got close, we looked around for a few minutes and suddenly I moved a couple of rocks and — sure enough — here was a plastic toolbox hidden there.  We opened it, signed the logbook and then went home to log the find on the Internet.  The rest is history, and now after more than six years and nearly 3000 cache finds we continue to hunt them whenever we get a chance.

Since then I have had the chance to introduce caching to a fair number of people, I’ve attended Geocaching events all over North America, and I’ve volunteered to help teach Geocaching with the Calgary Outdoor Centre.  I’ve made some great friends, greatly improved my level of fitness, seen places I never knew existed and created memories to last a lifetime.

Hooked on the idea yet?  Let’s take a systematic approach at what is involved and try and answer some questions.

What?

At it’s most basic level caching is simple.  A “geocache” needs to consist of nothing more than some sort of weather-proof container and a logbook.  People go out and hide these caches in all sorts of places and then, using their GPSr, they record the coordinates of the hiding place.  They go on the Internet to a caching website (Geocaching.com is the most popular, but there are others.) and list the coordinates and some details about the cache.  Other people come along, make a note of the coordinates and then use their own GPSr to navigate to the hiding spot and try to locate the cache.  If they find the cache, they sign the logbook to prove they were there and then they go back to the website to log their find online.  This typically consists of a short description of their experience in hunting the cache.

I say “try” to locate the cache, because it isn’t always simple.  Some caches are very easy to find and others are very tricky.  On Geocaching.com caches have a Difficulty rating which ranges from 1 Star to 5 Stars which describes how hard it is to find the cache itself.  1 Star means the cache is in plain sight or is in a fairly obvious location.  A 5-Star cache may take several visits and/or many hours to locate. 

Caches also vary in size.  There are caches which are smaller than the tip of your little finger and there are other caches which are the sizes of cars.  The typical cache is usually around the size of a Tupperware container used for holding sandwiches.  On the Geocaching.com site, one of the things that is normally listed is the cache size, from Micro (smaller than a 35mm film canister) to Large (5 gallon bucket or larger), with Small and Regular being the other choices.  Some cache hiders will not list the size because they want it to be a surprise.

There are also different “types” of caches.  A Traditional cache consists of a container hidden at the posted coordinates.  There are also Multi caches where you go to the coordinates, find a container that has the coordinates for the next container, and so on.  Multis can be very short with a couple of stages or they can cover locations miles and miles apart, sometimes even in different towns/cities.  There are also some caches that require you to solve a puzzle or crack a code before you can even get the coordinates!

All of these factors (size, camoflauge, type) play a factor in the Difficulty rating.  When you first start it is often a good idea to pick caches that are rated as 1 or 2 stars, especially if the kids are involved — you don’t want them to lose interest which can happen if you have trouble finding the caches.

Another frequently asked “What” question is “What do I find in a cache?”  Well, as mentioned, some caches are so small they don’t even have a pencil — you need to bring your own.  Other larger caches will have the logbook and (usually) something to write with.  They also may contain some trading items, which are typically small toys or trinkets.  Cachers refer to the cache contents as “swag”.  The rules with trading swag are simple:  If you want to take something you are supposed to leave something of equal or greater value in its place.  While some caches are stocked with more expensive items, you normally will find “dollar store” type items.  People may call it a “treasure hunt”, but you certainly won’t find gold and silver coins!

Who?

Just who does this caching thing?  The short answer is “Everyone!” 

Over the years I have met people of all age ranges, from small children caching with their parents to retirees.  Men, women, young, old.  People who are physically fit and people who are wheelchair bound.  As long as you can afford a GPSr (we cover that later) you can get in on the game.

Where?

Another simple question to answer:  Everywhere!

When we first started I thought “Oh, this probably only works in the States…there won’t be any caches in Canada.”  Well, after doing my first search on the Geocaching.com site I was amazed to learn that not only are there caches in Canada, but there was a cache not far from our house.  That was in 2003 and the game has grown exponentially since then.  With more than 1,000,000 active caches around the world, you would be hard-pressed to find a place without a cache nearby.

On the Geocaching.com website, caches are also rated on the Terrain.  Just like the Difficulty, the scale goes from 1 Star to 5 Stars.  The guidelines are basically as follows:

1 Star:  Accessible to everyone, including handicapped cachers in wheelchairs.

2 Star:  Good for cachers of all ages.  Children are OK.

3 Star:  You’re getting more serious now.  Could be steep sections or a longer walk.

4 Star:  Pretty serious hike.  You better be prepared for a strenuous undertaing.

5 Star:  You’re going to need specialized equipment to get there such as SCUBA gear.

Cache locations range from parking lots to mountain tops.  City parks to backwoods campsites.  However, there are some places where caches are not allowed, which is basically anywhere where they may attract unwanted attention.  It’s a sad state of affairs, but places which could be considered targets for terrorists are typically not allowed to have caches:  dams, bridges, airports, government buildings, schoolyards, railway tracks.

A website like Geocaching.com have very detailed guidelines about hiding caches.  Before you can hide a cache of your own you really need to read and understand all the limits of caching.  For example, caches cannot be buried.  Caches cannot be hidden within 161m of another cache.  Lots of rules, but for now worry about finding some and only worry about hiding your own cache after you gain some experience.

When?

Anytime you want!  As long as you can legally access the hiding area you can go find a cache.  Not only do some people prefer hunting for caches at night when there are less people around, but some caches are actually designed so they can only be found in the dark using a flashlight.

Caching is a year-round activity.  As long as you are dressed properly for the weather, there is no reason why you can’t cache in the dead of winter.  However, be warned, sometimes a cache which is really easy to find in the summer can get much harder to locate when it is under a layer of dead leaves in the Autumn or under three feet of snow in the Winter.

Why?

So, why do people participate in this crazy hobby?  I can’t answer why **you** will want to cache, but I can give you some examples of why other people do it. 

Some people are motivated by the numbers.  They want to find as many caches as they possibly can.  They are motivated by challenging themselves to find as many caches as quickly as they can.  Other people don’t care about how many caches they find.  They use it as an excuse to get out and be active.  And, active doesn’t have to mean climbing mountains either — it can be as simple as taking a bike ride to that park in your neighborhood you never felt the urge to visit before.  And, that’s another motivator for people — you can discover places and things right in your own neighborhood that you didn’t know existed.  Some people like caching in solitude and others use it as an activity the whole family can particiapate in.

My own motivations?  I’ve been to parks in Calgary that I never would have known about if not for caching.  We’ve gone on vacation with people who have been going to the same place for years and on our first trip we’re telling them about places they never heard of.  And, fitness is a big motivator for me.  The first cache we did was 600m from the parking lot and I remember thinking “There is no way I can walk that far.”  Now I can say I have hiked 16km for a single cache.  I’ve climbed to the top of mountain peaks and, most importantly, I can honestly say I’ve dropped 80 pounds thanks in large part to my caching activities. 

How?

OK, so if you’ve read this far there must be something that has piqued your interest.  So, how do you get started?

Well, the simple part is to go to Geocaching.com and sign up for an account.  Creating a basic account is free, all you need to do is think up a caching “handle” — the nickname you want to be known as on the site.  Mine is “DanOCan” (what a shock, eh?) and has become my de facto ID for most of my online activities.  There are some additional website features that you can only get if you become a paid member, but don’t worry about that right now.  Start simple and see if you think caching is something you want to stick with before you spend the money.  The good news is that even if you want to become a “Premium Member”, the cost is quite cheap — $30 US / year.

 

OK, so you have an account.  You’ve done some simple searches and determined where the caches around you are.  You may have even watched their “Getting Started” video and saved yourself all of this reading!

So, now you need a GPSr.  (The ‘r’ is for ‘receiver’.)  The next question is almost always “Which one?”

People cache with all sorts of devices.  From smartphones (like the iPhone) to handheld units to automotive units.  Each has pros and cons.

Smartphones?  If you already have one you can save yourself some up front money.  Apparently some of the new ones are good, but my experience with the iPhone 3G has been less than stellar.  The battery life is poor, the system is slow to update and under tree cover the reception fades quickly.  I use mine for getting the cache information and will hunt with it in a pinch, but it’s not my first choice.

Automotive units?  Again, if you already own one you can save some money up front, but they tend to have a lot of cons as well.  They typically don’t have a navigation mode that gives you a simple distance and an arrow to follow.  They aren’t rugged enough for outdoor use and they aren’t designed to fit comfortably in your hand.  There are people out there who use them (I have too when nothing else is around.) but again, not my first choice.

Handheld units are my personal choice.  The big issue here is which model?  Well, the answer to that depends on your budget.  Any GPSr can be used for caching.  But, do you want a color screen or is black and white OK?  Do you want a unit that can accept maps or are you happy caching with just a direction and a distance?  Do you want to be able to do “paperless caching” (storing all the cache details right in the GPSr) or are you happy with printing out the details before you leave the house?  Prices will range from $100 – $600 depending on features.

I usually suggest people try and borrow a unit from someone if they can.  This gives you a chance to see if caching is something that is going to be of interest to you and your family before you sink money into it. 

Secondhand units are often a good choice as well.  Many cachers are “techie types” and upgrade all the time.  Heck, I’m on my fourth unit in just over six years!  (I tend to be hard on my gear!) 

Before purchasing any unit I would go to a store that will let you hold the various models.  Some people prefer configurations with buttons on the top, others on the bottom, or even touchscreens.  Until you hold the unit in your hand it is hard to know what you are going to like.

And, if all else fails, look for a Geocaching event in your area.  In areas with an active caching community it isn’t unusal for cachers to get together on a regular basis.  These events are listed on the Geocaching.com website as “Event” caches.  In general cachers are a very friendly bunch and love to discuss their hobby (heck, look at this post!).  You’ll meet all sorts of people, many of whom will have their GPSr units with them so you can see a lot of models all at one time and talk to people with experience in using them.  Many events take place in bars or restaurants (cachers love to eat!) so you can often find the event without a GPSr and, worst case scenario, have a drink or two while you learn.

Conclusion

Wow.  That’s a lot of words to talk about caching.  And, I’ve just barely scratched the surface of what the hobby can involve.  Feel free to ask me questions, I’ll try and post answers here so others can benefit too. 

 

 

 

 

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Ah, it’s like the first time you fall in love.

I remember the night we bought my first car.  My dad and I had been looking at a number of cars over a period of several months but none had met his specific criteria for an acceptable vehicle for me.  Looking back I think he was bound and determined to make sure I got the un-coolest car in Southern Alberta in order to keep the women away from me.  (He need not have worried, I was doing fine on my own in that department!)

We responded to a classified ad that had been posted in the newspaper – that’s how it was done in the days before the Internet.  The ad listed a 1974 AMC Hornet for $750 – FIRM.  Well, the price was right anyway.  I remember pulling up to a house just off Stafford Drive in north Lethbridge and I saw the car parked in the driveway.  She was an ugly green colour with red primer spots on the back fender.  However, she met my first criteria in that she only had two doors.  (Someone had told me that four door cars were only for old married dudes and if you ever wanted to become an old married dude you needed a car with just two doors.)

We poked around under the hood.  Well, he poked around under the hood while I stood by nodding as if I knew what I was looking for.  We started it up and it turned over right away without belching smoke.  Criteria #2 had been met for me.

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Dashboard of a 1975 AMC Hornet.  This brings back a ton of memories even if this is from a blue car.  Licensed under Creative Commons.

After a few minutes my dad looked over at me and gave me a silent look I hadn’t seen before.  I was mostly accustomed to seeing him give me a look somewhere between indigestion and horror, something that said “Let’s get outta here!”.  This time the look was more of an understanding nod.  It was time.  I nodded back, trying not to tip our hand and ruin the negotiation process I knew was about to begin.

Turns out it wasn’t much of a negotiation.  “So, your ad says “’firm’, but will you take $550?”

The fella selling the car practically jumped out of his skin.  “Deal!”   With that I was a car owner.

Well, I was “sort of” a car owner.  We had no plates and no insurance.  We also didn’t have a problem.  My dad said simply:  “I’ll drive it home tonight.  You follow behind in my truck.  Just stick close enough so a cop doesn’t get between us and see the plate is missing.”

That summer night in 1989 my life really began…

Captain Jean-Luc Picard:  The first vessel that I served on as captain was called Stargazer. It was an overworked, underpowered vessel, always on the verge of flying apart at the seams. In every measurable sense, my Enterprise is far superior. But there are times when I would give almost anything… to command the Stargazer again.
Scotty:  Ah, it’s like the first time you fall in love. You don’t ever love a woman quite like that again. Well, to the Enterprise, and the Stargazer – old girlfriends we’ll never meet again.

Star Trek:  The Next Generation, from the episode “Relics” (1992)

After a couple of days we had plates and insurance sorted out.  I could actually take it off the driveway (and discover the oil stain which is probably still on the concrete in front of our old house) and go cruisin’.  OK, so in Coaldale “cruising” is a relative term.  What it really meant was I could drive down to the Mac’s for a Slurpee.  Regardless, I turned the corner onto 13th Street and turned on the radio, a single speaker AM radio no less.  The window down, my arm resting outside, I was getting my first taste of true freedom. 

That freedom lasted until I approached Main Street and the four-way stop.  I stepped on the brakes.  I felt a little bit of a grab but not much in the way of deceleration.  Yep, I rolled right through that intersection – it appears my dad failed to mention that the car did not have power brakes!  I quickly learned I would need to plan my stops better if I was going to live to enjoy my newly found freedom.

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This white Hornet is the right style and year but in MUCH better shape than mine was.

That car was symbolic of my senior year in high school, in every way.  We would go to hockey games, race it down the jail road (top speed was around 100MPH – it was hard too tell because it vibrated so badly once you got over 90), and do coffee runs before Social Studies class would begin.  Lunch runs to Lethbridge, shooting pool during our spares – it was all enabled by that car.  I probably would have used it for Grad had my mother not stepped in — “There is no way you are taking your date to Grad in that car.” she warned me before offering me the use of her car.

I loved that car.

That first love was a fleeting one, much like a summer crush you have at summer camp.  I would drive the car for about a year or so before selling it when I moved away and went to university.  Every once in awhile someone would spot it somewhere, often parked at the sugar factory in Taber.  I don’t remember the last time I saw her, but I knew she would always be the standard to which all other cars I own would be compared.

My dad didn’t make it long enough to see how much that car meant to me as he would die just a few short months later.  All the plans I had made about how he was going to teach me mechanics never came to fruition.  For awhile I still had his garage in the back of our house in Coaldale, I had all of his tools, I even had the ability to charge things at Graham’s Garage – but I didn’t have him nor those moments on the driveway when I would frustrate him to no end when I couldn’t find the tool he wanted me to fetch.

We may tie memories to physical things like a car, but in the end it isn’t the hunk of metal that brings meaning to those experiences, it is the people we share them with.  My dad, my friends who were there riding around in that ole green Hornet – those are the things that matter and the things that will last as long as we remember them.

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