My trip to Canmore coincided with its hosting of the 20th annual Highland Games. The big weather we saw from the mountains the day before, blew into town bringing winds and rain that threatened to topple the dozens of tents and which did relocate the dancing competition indoors.
After a wonderful dinner the evening before at the Sage Bistro, I took a leisurely morning and wandered over to the park, in full rain and wind proof gear complete with my new rain boots (my contribution to “fling”), just in time for the afternoon opening ceremonies.
Then, warmed by the winnings of a blind scotch tasting contest – I sussed out the Famous Grouse – and a bit of black pudding and chips, I caught the end of the Irish Washer Maid and the beginning of the Horn Blower dances. My timing was perfect as I was in the right place and time for the finale: the gathering of the hundred plus pipes and drums, amidst this now brilliantly sunny day, to play Amazing Grace.
Surrounded by the rising crescendo of those drones and drums, the colourful clan plaids, and a palpable renewed cultural pride, I felt touched by grace and gratitude for having been in this place.