Part VIII – Chapter 5 – 2010

Charlie was really glad to see the hoodoos in Dinosaur Provincial Park when they finally got there. He liked those hoodoos even better than the ones at Writing-on-Stone and Drumheller. Dinosaur seemed to have a greater variety of shapes.


Just after Charlie and BJ set out for Dinosaur, he noticed field after field of large hay bales. When he asked BJ how anyone could ever use that much hay, she pointed out that if the locals couldn’t use it Saskatchewan sure could. Many of those farmers over there were having to kill off their stock because they couldn’t feed them.

There always seemed to be a shortage of hay someplace, she said. A couple years earlier, Albertans were the ones who had to truck it in from Saskatchewan.

Note: All the photos in this post are from previous trips. Charlie was being careful. He was on photography probation, and he was saving his shooting time for Dinosaur.

For the last few months, up until just before Thanksgiving, he’d been leaving his camera stuff at home when he and BJ were out together. It seemed that photography and togetherness just didn’t mix. Hadn’t for years. But then BJ put him on a one-camera-body-one-lens-no-tripod probation.

You may remember that Charlie talked all about this probation stuff back in Part VI, Chapter 6, and then again in Part VII, Chapter 1.

They were running a bit late by the time they got to Brooks because they’d driven around Picture Butte to check it out, and they’d also gone into Turin to see if they could find Darla’s old house, if it was still standing, to see if anyone was living it.

And maybe take a photo of it to show her.

The first thing they saw when they turned in was that Turin had a traffic light. Charlie photographed it for Darla.

There were no street signs when she’d lived there in the 1970s, but she said someone had told her years ago that her house was on Second Street just north of Second Avenue.

But they couldn’t find it.

They could’ve asked someone about it, but Charlie wanted to get going. Dinosaur was still a couple hours away.

He really wanted to ask BJ, beg if necessary, if he could stop and photograph some of the fields with combines, and tractor-trailer units, and pickup trucks, and billowing dust – perfect prairie scenes – but he thought better of it. He didn’t want to push his luck.

Just before they got to Dinosaur, they drove around Patricia. They didn’t go into the pub, though, because they were going to get a burger there on the way home. They just wanted to have a quick look around in case it was dark when they got back.

One of Charlie’s all-time favorite signs was between Patricia and the park, although he’d never seen any rattlesnakes where they were supposed to be crossing.

Rattlesnake Sign
Because of signs like this, he usually wore snake guards when he was in grass and bushes photographing landscape stuff.

His very, very favourite was a “Duck Crossing” sign with a silhouette of a mom followed by four ducklings. The only place he’d ever seen that sign was just after you turn off Hwy. 2 into Cudworth, Saskatchewan, where Hwy. 777 crosses through a large pond.

He’d driven past the sign several times, but he’d never stopped to photograph it. Too busy.

No time to say, Hello, Goodbye! I’m l-a-t-e, late!

Now, of course, he wished he had.

He wished he’d photographed that duck sign, and lots of other things, as well.

Sins of omission tend to come back to haunt your Lightroom catalogue. (A metaphor? In spades! For Charlie, at least.)


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