I took this photo of Mark and Oliver at an old wooden truss bridge at the Atlas Coal Mine in East Coulee, Alberta. As you can see, the bridge is rotting out and it’s a long way down to the Red Deer River. So in addition to a rotten roof deck, there were rattlesnakes all through the bridge. Not my best parenting moment.
Ford Canada was cool enough to let us review a 2014 Ford Escape for a week. Driving it around Saskatoon was cool enough but what better thing to do with a Ford Escape than take a road trip. We decided to go to Drumheller and see the Atlas Coal Mine. Below is the only remaining coal tipple in Canada.
Before taking the tour of the facility, we walked around and found this 80 year old wooden truss bridge near the mine site. As you can see, the bridge is rotting, condemned, dangerous, and actually has rattlesnakes living in it. Of course we wandered across and took some photos. None of us fell through or were bit. There is always next time.
Back in the Atlas Coal Mine, I wandered in on this photo shoot. I snapped a couple of photos myself.
This is called the walk from hell. Each day the miners had to walk up 191 steep stairs in all kinds of weather conditions. It is also where Jordon tore his left quad. This group was able to climb down, our group had to walk up the steps.
This is our guide. Like all of the staff at the Atlas Coal Mine, she was funny, engaging, and knew her stuff.
The photos were taken with my Olympus PEN camera but I had the amazing 45mm f1.8 lens on it. This tiny prime lens was amazing in low light and inside the many buildings that make up the Atlas Coal Mine site. If you are looking for a great travel camera, this is it. Thanks to Don’s Photo in Saskatoon for letting me try out such an amazing lens for a day.
I got onto one of these today (an Air Canada Jazz CRJ-200) and flew to Winnipeg where I will be taking some training for Safeway as a part of their transition to being owned by Sobey’s. The plane isn’t that large but the flight isn’t that long.
The last time I flew into Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport, I was on a flight from Toronto with my family that was part our journey north from Georgetown, Guyana in 1975. Of course that airport is long gone (although Bryan Scott has some great photos of it).