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February 14, 2006

I’m only giving a brief nod to Valentine’s Day because I think it’s a guilt-driven sham perpetrated by the greeting card / lingerie / chocolate industries. Of course, I buy into it because some fights are easier than others (i.e. go against Valentine’s Day, or go against Justine…not much of a choice, really). Doesn’t mean I agree with any of it. So there.

Now, on to what I really want to say today (slightly “off topic” from my usual city writings).

This weekend will be a celebratory one. My darling Justine turns another year older, and so do I. Our birthdays are a scant three days apart (plus a few intervening years). As we grow older, the two of us have become impartial to big parties and having big fusses made over us. So this year we will be celebrating by ourselves, in private.

For me, there is a deeper reason for my need to celebrate in obscurity. Since giving up the sauce almost two years ago, I have found it increasingly difficult to be around alcohol and people consuming large amounts of it. Those situations really bother me. Because of that, I’m at a bit of a loss as to how to celebrate special occasions. I like celebrations and fellowshipping, but I’m still figuring out how to be in that no-fly zone. 2005 was my first sober birthday since my 16th. I stayed at home, listening to Dylan.

This may sound strange coming from a man who authors a weblog with the unambiguous title StreetRag, but I can’t think of anything I’d rather do for my birthday than get the hell out of this town. As much as I love the city in its gorgeous bleak, a guy needs a break from the choke of traffic and people. The stark beauty of rural Alberta exerts a powerful tug at my temperament. The underrated and underappreciated getaway just east of the city, Elk Island National Park, has become my official retreat from the asscrush of Edmonton.

Elk Island N.P. is not blessed with majestic mountains or evocative coastline. It is, by some accounts, a ‘boring’ park. Lots of rolling, meandering meadows, lots of familiar trees, about a dozen lakes, and a few hundred kilometers of flat, grassy trail. That might not sound all that exciting, but there is a weight to the place, due in no small measure to the presence of the mightiest of North American land mammals, The Bison. If you’ve never witnessed these creatures up close, your life is incomplete. They are roughly the size of a Jeep Cherokee, and about as expressive. I’ve grown quite fond of the gentle and stoic Bison that inhabit Elk Island Park. In fact, I have gone so far as to buy a coffee mug with an expressionist bison painted on it. Next, I plan to buy one of those cheesy airbrushed Bison t-shirts that tourists go nuts over.

This weekend Justine and I will be kicking back in front of a rolling campfire on the shores of Astotin Lake, golden jet of a dog at our side, sharing mugs of sharp tea with those brown-humped giants – vigilant keepers of the park, and much else. I’m looking forward to it.

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11 reader comments (closed)



May you both have a wonderful time even in the snow.
Happy Birthday Mike.


Feb 14, 2006 • 10:37



Enjoy the time together Mike !

Feb 14, 2006 • 10:48



Dude! Happy birthday! Take it easy, and DONT FEED THE BUFFALO.

Feb 14, 2006 • 13:37



Happy Birthday to you both…

Feb 14, 2006 • 18:35



Funny. I just bought some buffalo pepperoni today.

coincidence? perhaps old man… perhaps.

Feb 15, 2006 • 22:07




A very merry almost birthday to you! Sounds like a terrific time… are party crashers welcome??


Feb 16, 2006 • 17:22



I dunno. It may be too cold for Elk Island this weekend. I love the place and all, but minus twenty kind of saps the enjoyment out of anything. Have to play it by ear.

Feb 16, 2006 • 23:10



Gravel! That was my park!!! It’s still my park!! Before you were going, Justine was going. Before Justine was going, I was going. Now I’m out of town, and you two think you can just steal my little piece of heaven? Have it all to yourselves with just the Bison and a smaller scale Clifford to keep you entertained? You’re lucky, I’m a generous woman. You’re luckier that I like you. It’s a really good thing it’s your birthday and I’m feeling like bestowing kindness and good karma. Otherwise I’d say, find your own damn park. Cause God knows, of all the times I’ve been there with not a single soul around, I’ve come to feel like it’s my own personal retreat.

Seriously, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate all of life’s moments than in that park. So enjoy it my friend…

And Happy Birthday to both of you…Hopefully I get to see one or both of you in the next week that I’m actually home…

Feb 17, 2006 • 05:06




Your park? I have a “special bond” with those bison, you know. You may have the park, but the Bison are mine. Fair deal?

Feb 17, 2006 • 09:13



Fine.. have the bison. But the moment I hear you cuddling up to that Porcupine that lives on the shores of Astotin, there’s going to be hell to pay

Feb 17, 2006 • 11:40

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