Force of Nature 3: Elk Sightings Near Lloyd Hall plus Robert Falcon Scott’s Diary

Self is still in the Canadian Rockies.

The cold isn’t so bad, but it’s the unpredictability, the sheer unpredictability of the weather, that gets to self.

The weather pattern this time of year in the Rockies appears to be thus:


All in the same day.

This afternoon, self essay-ed one short walk out, with a group led by geologist Jim Olver, and wouldn’t you know, the day that had been dry as a whistle began to get wet. And wetter. And wetter. The wet building in increments. So it was not a sudden torrent, but a tickle. A reminder. Of the cold that is growing in self’s head.

She said to herself: I’ll be damned if I’m the first person to chicken out because of this rain! I’m staying outside here (despite bare-headed), come hell or high water! Because I am tough! Tough! Tough! I am the woman who endured electricity failure in the month of January in Dharamsala. I had no coat. My teeth were chattering. Do dear blog readers know what chattering teeth sound like? Self was sure she was cracking all her molars.

Today, self was wearing a turtleneck. And a jacket. And jeans. And sturdy sneakers. And knit fingerless gloves. But damn, her hair was getting wet.

This Elk was ambling around in between Lloyd Hall and the Bentley Chamber Music Studio.

This Elk was ambling around in between Lloyd Hall and the Bentley Chamber Music Studio.

And then came ambling along two elk (Is self beginning to sound very Yoda-ish, dear blog readers?), and then someone was asking if self was going for dinner with the Writing Studio group, who were heading downtown, and self wanted to say, seriously? Do you see how wet self’s hair is at this very moment? Need I remind you that my country of origin is the Philippines? Where it is NEVER cold? Even when rainy? And that self’s current abode is listed as CALIFORNIA?


Finally, she gets to post something somewhat related to FORCE OF NATURE, this weeks’s WordPress Photo Challenge!

Just Outside Bentley Chamber Music Studio, Today

Just Outside Bentley Chamber Music Studio, Today

In order to feel less peck-ish, self is reading published excerpts from Robert Falcon Scott’s diary, which he kept all the way till the very end, when he and his party of four other men died in a raging blizzard, just 11 miles from the shelter of base camp. Scott reached the South Pole only to find the Norwegian flag already planted, by Roald Amundsen. Then he and his men had to make the arduous slog back, knowing that they were beaten. Scott’s last conscious act was to make a diary entry. (It suddenly occurs to self that 11 miles is no mere walk in the park. Back in California, self would be hard put to walk 2 miles on a daily basis. And just imagine having to negotiate 11 miles in a blizzard! And weighed down with piles and piles of clothing! Must have felt like swimming through a sea of muck!)

The Canadian Rockies, seen from the 6th floor of Lloyd Hall, the residence of all the Writing Studio participants, including self

The Canadian Rockies, seen from the 6th floor of Lloyd Hall, the residence of all the Writing Studio participants, including self

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.


  1. cathytremain said,

    May 16, 2015 at 3:47 pm

    Ah, the joys of Canadian Spring – layers are recommended for anything out doors jaunts. And you only need to wait a few minuets for the weather to change – so it is not so bad. I hope you are enjoying the beauty that is Canada.

    • May 16, 2015 at 3:48 pm

      I am tremendously inspired by my surroundings here. To the point where, if I only didn’t have to sleep and eat, I’d be writing all the time!

      • cathytremain said,

        May 16, 2015 at 3:52 pm

        Yes, it is inspiring – I love the mountains and Banff is stunning. Your inspiration will flow long after you leave our boarders. So eat and be merry!

      • May 16, 2015 at 3:57 pm

        Yes. I am writing a novel about a priest. In the 18th century. He believes in angels and such. I could only write it here.

      • cathytremain said,

        May 16, 2015 at 4:03 pm

        Have fun with it – you are in the right place for your project!

      • May 16, 2015 at 4:04 pm

        I know. I can only think of such things in a place so beautiful.

      • cathytremain said,

        May 16, 2015 at 4:06 pm

        Enjoy your retreat! I will stop distracting you so that you can write your masterpiece.

      • May 16, 2015 at 4:25 pm

        OK, I will go back to — blogging! Thank you for the exchange. I don’t get enough comments.

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