Adventuring to Crescent Falls, AB

Want to go on an adventure? We’re going to Crescent Falls!

Crescent Falls is a series of two waterfalls on the Bighorn River in west central Alberta, about 22 Km west of Nordegg.

Inspired by a strong need to get the hell out of Edmonton, and our daughter’s recent trip to the same area, the Hubs and I hit the road on Saturday and ended up there.

The drive is beautiful once you get off the QE2 and start heading west. The prairie landscape always does something magical to me. I open right up and become air.

It’s the rolling hills and soft grasses. The sunshiny canola fields against the brightest blue sky. All that space…nirvana. When the landscape changes to mountain peaks and timber I can barely stand it. Instant tears. Before you know it, I’m making plans to squat in a canvass tent by a river FOREVER!

The falls are down a long highway, then off onto a gravel road. Up, up, up into the trees and finally we’re here.

There is a trail to walk down to the falls but we got our wires crossed, read the info wrong and ended up walking down a gravel road instead. If you go, don’t be dumb, Take the trail. It’s to the right of the parking lot. It’s the better option!

The falls are pretty. Apparently open year round too! I’m coming back for Autumn, most definitely.

There were trails everywhere and in retrospect we should have hiked them if not for any other reason than to get better photos for you guys BUT I was distracted by something else and quickly lost interest.


I spent the next hour in the flow of river and mind, admiring shiny things and enjoying the feel of cool water.

The clouds started rolling in mean and dirty so we cut our visit shorter than I would have liked and hiked up the long ass hill back to the truck. (Seriously, take the trail! ) making friends with this cutie along the way:

Back in the hamlet of Nordegg we ended up a cute little store –Beehive Artisans Market which sits in the same complex and The Miner’s café and the Shell gas station.

OH my word! What a great shop! Clever and eclectic, chock full of interesting local art and products. Produce too. I’m still kicking myself for not buying a painting of the mountains that stole my heart but I did get some yummy stuff. ( I am all about yummy stuff)

I have a honey fetish it would seem as these two different kinds bring my home collection up to four. Who needs 4 tubs of honey? I do apparently. And I regret nothing! Besides, honey literally lasts forever.

The Gull Lake honey is raw, and wildflower in variety. It tastes smooth and the colour is amazing. I like my honey on ice cream! ( I also eat it straight off a spoon without shame) The Chai honey comes from The Chai Wallahs and is divine! So flavourful and spicy! The ginger comes through strong, exactly how I like my chai. I’m looking forward to adding this to tea. Check them out, they have an online shop.

We also picked up some Sylvan Star Cheese. which is always tasty. I’m looking forward to poutine, nom nom nom.

The drive home was uneventful which is good, I guess but I was really hoping to see a storm over the prairie. The thunderstorm watch didn’t evolve into anything worthwhile so BOOOOOO!

In the end, It was a long day but not overly so. We left the the city at 8am, and were home by 6 pm ish. There are so many other inviting places to explore in the area and I know I say this about every new spot I come across but this one is my favourite.

Thanks for coming along!

Acceptance-Kind Of.

Well, I’ve evolved to the making jokes stage of healing so maybe I can write about this mess again!

This mess being THIS POST HERE if you missed it.

It’s been a challenging few months! Trauma, trauma everywhere! I’ve tried to come back and start writing again but my brain just wouldn’t let me put anything decent down. I was blocked at every turn. I kept running into this quote:

It’s SO true! It’s all feelings and emotions and trying to mash that into a story for here has been nigh but impossible. Also, I don’t have hindsight. I’m still living this. BUT so many other things have happened that I can write about. Good things. Fabulous things. Healing things. And I shall, starting with this post now 🙂

Acceptance. My Hubs says my jokes means that I’ve accepted IT.

At first I readily agreed. The crime my dad committed was a real thing that truly happened. I’ve got all the proof ( including secondary real live human confirmation from 3 other people!) He did that.

But I don’t accept it…ya know? Acceptance as in “Willingness to tolerate a difficult or unpleasant situation” I’m still mad about it. I’ll probably die mad about it too. That’s OK. I’m fine with that. The day I readily accept the death of an 8 year old and her mum is the day I lose my humanity. I don’t know how I could ever tolerate such a thing. ( I feel like scrubbing out my brain though, ugh!)

I do know that I’m doing good now. I’m not 100% but I’m good. My life is FANTASTIC and I’m busy unpacking things and hopefully healing and growing and “levelling up”. My life is so much more than discovering my dad was what he was. My life is so much more than that family secret. It keeps rolling forward, leading me to better and better things.

I’m going to keep writing about that horrible discovery here, as my brain lets me and I’m going to keep writing about the genealogy I’m still doing too. I found my grandparents! I’ve been able to add their real names to that side of my tree! I’ve connected with relatives. The most lovely humans a person could ever hope to meet. ❤ I feel legitimate and rooted in something honorable and important.

Honestly, I also feel extremely self satisfied. Those two assholes thought they could hide what he did. From their family, their friends, their children and their community. And then I came along, ha! They created their worst nightmare. I feel like a little kid when I say this but I don’t care: I’m going to tell EVERYBODY. The secret stops with me.