On the Monday of our reunion, we went to Heritage Park (Calgary's historic village) to make the most of the sweltering heat. At least we were able to wear shorts and sit in the shade -- many of the park workers were dressed in long wool clothes. We kicked things of with a picnic near the tracks of the steam train that circles the park.
There is a theme park with authentic antique rides like a ferris wheel, a carousel and a strange roller-coaster contraption that bobbed up and down as it when in circles, and then a shroud came up and covered the whole thing. Scott was too short to go on most of the rides, but he loved the carousel
I think everyone loved the carousel because it was in the nice, cool shade. Here's my brother J keeping tabs on the little nieces on the horses. I suppose the beard is his attempt at period authenticity.
Scotty can hardly go anywhere without an appropriate amount of pointing. There was very little hooting on this occasion, as I recall.
No trip to the park is complete without a ride on the steam train. It ambles along a wide circuit through the park -- and on a day like that Monday, it is stifling hot on board.
We eventually left our seats in the enclosed part of the car in favour of the open section near the front with a bit more circulation. It was here that R snapped this picture, which is one of my favourite Daddy-Scotty shots.
The final order of business was a riverboat cruise around Glenmore Reservoir. Scott decided to wander around a bit, encountering strangers as he went. He typically gives the same reaction to anyone he doesn't immediately recognize: he stares at them intently with a furrowed brow. On the boat, he stood and stared at a woman seated near us for a good 2 or 3 minutes straight. I think she found it a bit unsettling.
Well, I think that is the end of my reunion pictures -- except for the ones of Scott sitting on my dad's motorcycle. Stay tuned.
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Love reliving those good times.
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