The back gate of our house. This is where I walked out several times a day with my two dogs Biscuit (the late), and Boudreaux.
This amazing bridge across the Bow River was about 10 feet from my back gate. Boudreaux was usually across it and in the water before I was halfway.
Down and to the left. We spent hours here because it's where the dogs did most of their playing. Boudreaux was always faster than the other dogs swimming, so many dogs lost their toys to us here.
Straight on from the bridge. A little path that Biscuit always took.
Walking......
The small bridge. We played here a lot too. It was a smaller water area where I usually got in with them (my feet of course, it was too cold!).alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234812842960577282" />
The view to your left crossing the bridgealt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234813866458292962" />
the view to your right crossing the bridge. In the summer there were always teenagers jumping off this train bridge. I always wondered if their parents knew.
Take a left at the end of the bridge.
The road forks. Up and to the right was a big open field where the dogs could run and play. I have an GREAT picture somewhere of my mom and I sliding down the hill on our jackets in the middle of winter because it had iced over and we didn't notice. To the left is where our pictures lead.
walking.....
walking.....
A side path that led to the river. This is where Boudreaux would chase the birds and I would walk on the rocks. In the summer we helped a lot of river rafters get their innertubes out of this spot.
Another side route to the river.
I could go on and on......
This park was my life for a long time. Many days I would take the dogs before seminary and as soon as I got home. It was such place of refuge for me. After I miscarried and stopped taking classes I would sometimes spend all day in the park with the dogs. I met God in this park every day.
John rarely went with me, he was not a dog person and there were always tons of dogs in the park. He told me he thought it was funny that all the pictures turned out so peaceful because the day he took them there were dogs all around him. Every time he took a picture they just happened to get out of the way.
He came back wondering how he missed such a beautiful place. I was usually okay with him not wanting to go, because this was MY place. This was where i walked and talked with God. Sarah went with me a lot, and sometimes Deb and Dave, but mostly this was my place of solitude. Saying that I miss this park would be such an understatement. I remember the crunch under my feet being the only sound you could hear in the winter when it was blanketed with snow. It was so quiet in the winter, even with dogs romping. I miss the quiet of the snow. I can distinctly remember what every season felt like in my park. I remember wishing I had kids to walk with me and play in the water.
I think this may be my biggest problem. I don't have a place like this anymore. I want so badly to find a place where I can walk and talk with God again, be at peace and find solitude. I am grateful for the time the Lord gave me in this park, and I pray that one day He will reveal to me a new place that can be just mine and His.
