Ticket in hand, Friday night flight – next stop: Calgary, Alberta.
Sunday would be my first O’ Canada marathon, first race outside the U.S., my first in kilometers. Hold on, rewind – that’s still 2 days away. BANFF! Bucket list destination. Similar to Montana’s Glacier Nat’l Park last July, sometimes the marathon run is only a small subset of life’s Master Plan. I’m going to Banff Nat’l Park – heart of the Canadian Rockies. YES!
Rental car pick-up, hour drive to my Canmore lodging (short 20 minutes from the Park). Struggled motoring in kilometers. Gave up holding 80 on open highway, opted to stay with traffic – cruising 120 kph across the flat prairie landscape.
45 minutes in, the Canadian Rockies towered ahead – HUGE, spectacular. WOW!
Hotel check-in, quick bite to eat. Most amazing part of the evening? Met – in person, in the flesh – my favourite blogger OF ALL TIME.
Started reading Sarah’s Nunavut-based blog posts while trapped in my NYC metro-train commuter life, 5+ years ago. Sarah left behind her comfortable Ontario home, took a job in the Canadian Arctic & shared her adventures online: sarahontheroad.com HUGE fan. Ice fishing, polar bears, Inuit narwhal hunting, the Northern lights – telling ya, hooked.
KISMET. Booked my marathon spot last Fall. Meanwhile, Sarah took a professor position at a Toronto area university & left Nunavut. FaceBook messenger mid-May: Sar’s heading West for a cousin’s wedding. Just outside of Banff…in Canmore, Alberta. On the same EXACT weekend as my first Canadian marathon. Folks, can’t make this stuff up. KISMET 🙂
Saturday a.m. – curbside pickup. Banff in Sarah’s Jeep Liberty. [You didn’t think that kinda lead up was gonna end with late nite burgers? Come on. Kismet, remember?]
Towering snow-capped peaks. First stop: Lake Louise.
Clear, pristine, turquoise hue. Mountain reflection on the lake reminiscent of Colorado’s Maroon Bells. Quiet. No words. Just WOW! With as much solo trekking as I do – gotta say, life’s best memories are much better shared. Full heart.
Next stop: Lake Agnes. Back in Sarah’s rental? Heck, no. 2-mile hike UP. My kind of day. FAAANNNTASTIC!
UP UP UP thru towering lodgepole pine. Iconic views of Louise below. Mirror Lake. Waterfall. AND…a tea house.
An iconic Banff & Lake Louise experience, accessible to hikers of many abilities.
The Lake Agnes Tea House was built by the Canadian Pacific Railway in 1901 as a refuge for hikers. Climb steadily on a forested trail, past Mirror Lake and the waterfall that cascades out of Lake Agnes, before arriving at the idyllic alpine waters of Lake Agnes and enjoying speciality teas and delicious homemade baking.
The family-run Tea House has no electricity or running water. Some supplies (such as flour and sugar for the baking) are flown in by helicopter at the start of the season, but all fresh food is packed up the trail by the staff.
The hike to the Tea House starts on the shores of Lake Louise near the Fairmont Chateau Hotel and climbs uphill on a wide switch-backed path for 3.6 kilometres (2.2 miles). It is rated as a moderate trail and takes most people around 1 to 2 hours, more or less depending on fitness level. The elevation gain is 400 metres (1,312 feet).
The Lake Agnes Tea House is open from early June to October (Canadian Thanksgiving).
Added a jacket & ordered a pot of herbal. Long soak of my alpine surroundings while the tea seeped. How many times in life is THIS gonna happen, right? Amazing life. Just WOW. Mountain weather turned ‘round the noon hour (just like the American Rockies) – light rain, lower elevations…snow on the peaks (but no lightning 🙂 ). Quick [downhill] hike return.
Bib pickup at Banff’s Curling Club – my favourite winter Olympic sport. Ok, maybe not top-top favourite…but always crazy intrigued when they bring out the broom & stone. Kinda like watching bowling on ice. Go Team Canada – gold medalists past 3 Olympics.
Early shut-eye before tomorrow’s first 42.2? Heck no.
What’s a marathon without a pre-race Canadian wedding, right? LOL> Wee bit weird attending a wedding party not knowing either groom nor bride. No regrets though – learned how to properly hold a hockey stick…it’s Canada, eh? 🙂
He said, she said — check out Sarah’s version below.
https://sarahontheroad.com/2016/06/the-american-rockies-meets-the-canadian-rockies/
- next stop: Banff
- bucket list destination — WOW!
- lovely Lake Louise
- USA meets Canada — my fave blogger Sarah in the flesh!
- photo credit: sarahontheroad.com
- day hike, high in the Canadian Rockies
- stunning turquoise hue
- hike destination #2: Lake Agnes
- high altitude paradise
- life’s best moments are always better when shared
- back to Canmore for bib pick-up & a pre-marathon Canadian wedding
- broom & a stone — my favourite winter Olympic sport
- look who caught the bouquet — back next year?
- wedding tradition: it’s not really Canadian without hockey
Lake Agnes, Banff
Tent, backpack, will travel. Weekend plans.
Just like all camping treks, kicked off with a blood bath. Ash purchased $20 tickets to a way way way off-Broadway production of “Evil Dead the Musical”. Funny campy comedy where you wanna sit in the back row – to stay out of the SPLATTER zone. Cabin in the woods, college kids slaughtered one by one, audience blood spray – what’s not to like? HA!
Tickets are selling fast for the bloodiest, groovy-est show of the year…
“My wife and I came all the way from Memphis to see Evil Dead and it was worth every penny! We loved every minute of it! Amazing cast and gorgeous playhouse. Thank you for so much fun.” – Haywood E. via Facebook
Don’t get me wrong, it was a super fun night…but these nuts drove from Memphis? LOL>
Saturday a.m. start – destination: Vedauwoo, an hour west of Cheyenne. Goal: locate a camping spot early & get in a day hike. Super popular climbing spot. For us though, it was more – let’s go camping/how can we avoid west-bound traffic on Colorado’s east-west highway, I-70? one word: Vedauwoo.
Known to the Arapaho Indians as “Land of the Earthborn Spirit,” the rock formations of Vedauwoo (pronounced vee-da-voo) attract experienced climbers, campers and hikers. This area is conveniently located off Interstate 80 between Cheyenne and Laramie (exit 329) and for westbound travelers is their first introduction to the Medicine Bow-Routt National Forest and its more than two million acres of public lands.
I-25 North to Cheyenne, west on I-80 to Laramie. 28 camping spots – luckily, located an empty one…that would have never happened on a Saturday in Colorado.
The campground is composed of two loops, winding around the boulders, slabs and cliffs of the Vedauwoo rock formation which comprises 10 square miles of weathered Sherman granite. The vegetation is a variety of Limber pine, Engleman spruce, Douglas fir and Aspen. The general area was once used as a hideout for outlaws. Native Americans thought playful spirits piled up the boulders. All the tent sites are walk-ins and some of them are so secluded, one might feel the “outlaw’s spirit.”
big boulder terrain & wind – 2 biggest differences between Colorado & our northern neighbor. Scoped out a spot. Pitched our tents. Chucked 4 good sized rocks inside. Time for a day hike. Off-leash fun for the pups; easy 3 mile trek to Turtle Rock.
Green aspen-filled forest eventually gave way to rocky terrain. Pronghorn antelope & beaver, today’s wildlife count.
The rock making up Vedauwoo’s fantastic rock formations is the 1.4 billion year old Sherman Granite, which is some of the oldest rock in Wyoming. The uplift of the Laramie Mountains that began around 70 million years ago, exposed this rock. Younger and looser layers of rock and sediment have progressively eroded, and this continues today. The hard granite of Vedauwoo is made of large crystals of quartz, orthoclase, plagioclase, and some mica and is more erosion-resistant, resulting in unique, wind and water-sculpted forms.
Back at our campsite, restored Ash & Tom’s windblown digs…and the heavens opened. Piled into their 3-man & passed time with a deck of cards. Tick, tick, tick…hot dogs on the brain. Kept checking/rechecking, waiting ‘til we could evac & start a fire.
an old Nat Geo, twigs & 2-year old firewood – we have FIRE! Maintained a blaze, despite intermittent rain. SUCCESS!!
canned chili, not a huge fan…but fire-roasted hot dogs – FAAANNNTASTIC!
Better idea? Marshmallow s‘mores. Heck, YEAH! We should go camping EVERY weekend 🙂 Eventually abandoned our fire digs & tent-retreated from steady rain. Snug in my rug, held on to Ro ‘til he settled. Strong rain pelted outside. Nite fall.
6 a.m, clear skies & sunshine. Vedauwoo, pretty sweet spot (& only 2 hours away).
Evil Dead the Musical (The Bug Theatre)
- Denver’s Bug Theatre
- pre-camping slasher fun
- luckily, stayed out of the SPLATTER zone
Vedauwoo WY (Medicine Bow Nat’l Forest)
- road trippin’ with the pup
- sunshine & smiles
- Colorado Aspens…in Wyoming
- dog model
- happy hikers
- water break
- beaver dam
- home away from home
- cozy card game – campground rain delay
- we have FIRE!
- only way to eat a marshmallow
- rain didn’t stop us — or these 2 climbers
Most people are interested in family heritage, wanna understand from where they come.
I grew up in a traditional family; didn’t lose my first grandparent until 2005 – lucky in life. Strict religious family…lotta rules, lotta do’s & don’ts. I wasn’t a rebel, I didn’t buck against the rules – it’s what I knew, it provided structure. I didn’t think for myself until university.
- <they say> Today’s generation have no morals, have lost their way – and their carnal actions are destroying our nation.
- <I say> Today’s generation’s morals are no more in decline than they were in the 20th century. Folks are just much more honest in sharing daily details with family & friends.
Secrets.
All families have them…whether they’re blue-bloods, religious right or working class Joe’s.
I remember attending my grandparents’ 35th wedding anniversary party. Still a kid, but old enough to do math. How was it that my Dad was older than 35? But so were my aunts & uncle. Confusing.
At that time in life, we travelled each June on a dirt road to a backwoods cemetery & placed plastic flowers by grave stones. One year my grandmother’s brother & his family attended. They laughed loud, smoked cigars & drank whiskey sours. No one wore Sunday clothes. Definitely not ‘church going’ people. Scary & intriguing. Secret sharers.
Appears Grandmother had been previously married – in fact, married my aunts & uncle’s dad twice. Lotta conflicting stories however surrounded my dad’s dad. Grandmother was born in 1931, dad 1947. More math.
Grandmother died 2 years ago, my dad in 2008. No one talked, shared their secret.
Haga Name Meaning
Norwegian: habitational name from any of numerous farmsteads in southern Norway, so named from Old Norse haga, dative case of hagi ‘enclosure’. This surname is also established in Sweden.
Haga Family Origin
The information for this chart came from the U.S. Immigration Collection. You can find out where the majority of the Haga families were living before they immigrated to the U.S and learn where to focus your search for foreign records.
Immigration records can tell you an ancestor’s name, ship name, port of departure, port of arrival, and destination.
Norway (47), Sweden (11), Germany (9), Russia (7), Finland (6), Netherlands (6)
Scandinavian farmers. Matches the tale told from family, but what do I REALLY know about my natural father’s ancestry. Went online, read a lot of product reviews & customer testimonials. Ultimately, ordered a genetic kit from 23andMe.
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Kit stayed on my kitchen counter for 2 months. Kept waffling – wanted to know/didn’t want to know.
One day in early March, read the instructions, fasted night before & abstained from liquids (aside from genetics, medical mappings are included which could be influenced by food & drink contaminants).
23andMe provides a test tube size, saliva collection container. Affixed kit-provided bar codes to each collection article & popped my completed kit in the mail. Non-evasive, couldn’t be easier. Now just a waiting game.
Over time, I envisioned multiple ancestral possibilities for my father’s past. Lotta mixing of races in the 19th century. African?
A majority of US citizens share a Native American history. 23andMe would not only identify my indigenous past but also provide a clue as to what major tribe. Would I be Arapahoe, Ute, Lakota, Navajo – or maybe an East Coast people like the Iroquois?
My father had dark hair and a sun-baked complexion – yep, American Indian 🙂 [Knowing what I do know about my family ancestry, actual possibility of me being Native American is almost laughable – uh, not likely.]
email inbox – my test results were available online.
0% Asian, 0% African, 0% Native American…100% European – nope, nothing exotic. Scandinavian, German, Celtic dominate.
Test must be bogus. Certain I must be American Indian. LOL>
Physical traits
Blue eyes, fair skin. Hair texture – not curly, not straight…wavy. Still not convinced. Anyone with FaceBook can pull up my profile pic & provide this info.
Ring finger longer than fore finger. Non-existent back hair. Blog family – that’s as much as you’re gonna get online. Mind blowing so many unique genetic markers, all tagged from a single vial of spit. LOL>
You have more Neanderthal variants than 97% of 23andMe customers.
However, your Neanderthal ancestry accounts for less than 4% of your overall DNA.
- Scandinavian 34.7%
- German 26.3%
- Celtic 17.8%
The earliest people of Scandinavia hunted reindeer and seals and fished for salmon. By 4000 years ago these hunter/gatherers had been joined by cattle herders from the south. Although at the northwestern periphery of Europe, Scandinavia has never been completely isolated from peoples to the south and east.
FASCINATING – but worth the money?
My parents’ halpogroup mapping provided genetic clues about the migration of my ancient ancestors.
My mother’s family Scandinavian & North Sea German, migrated West.
My father’s family originated from the Balkans and southern Europe, migrated north thru Eastern Europe (including 0.3% Ashkenazi Jew)…then West.
(my Who Do You Think You Are? moment)
Both my mother’s ancestors from the North & my father’s southern European ancestors, migrated to the same ancient land – Doggerland – later flooded by the North Sea, a real-life Atlantis. WOW, that’s kinda cool.
[mother] Halpogroup H1 appears to have been common in Doggerland…
[father] Scientists speculate that Halpogroup I2 is associated with the ancient civilization of Doggerland. Doggerland, coined a real-life Atlantis, was a civilization in an area that is now covered by the North Sea.
While my results did not reveal a Native American past – this day, I reclaimed a kingdom, a crown, an ancient past.
Long live the King of Doggerland!
Doggerland was an area of land, now lying beneath the southern North Sea, that connected Great Britain to mainland Europe during and after the last Ice Age. It was then gradually flooded by rising sea levels around 6,500–6,200 BCE. Geological surveys have suggested that it stretched from Britain’s east coast to the Netherlands and the western coasts of Germany and the peninsula of Jutland. It was probably a rich habitat with human habitation in the Mesolithic period, although rising sea levels gradually reduced it to low-lying islands before its final destruction, perhaps following a tsunami caused by the Storegga Slide.
The archaeological potential of the area had first been discussed in the early 20th century, but interest intensified in 1931 when a commercial trawler operating between the sandbanks and shipping hazards of the Leman Bank and Ower Bank east of the Wash dragged up a barbed antler point that dated to a time when the area was tundra. Vessels have dragged up remains of mammoth, lion and other land animals, and small numbers of prehistoric tools and weapons.
Doggerland was named after the Dogger Bank, which in turn was named after the 17th century Dutch fishing boats called doggers.



























































