North America 47 picture Sky Walk to post
The thoughts of Chairman Golding
Well things didn’t turn out too badly Pierre made friends with the bear, luckily he had enough porridge and I left them to it.
So tonight I’m settling down at the Honeymoon Lake camp site and just as I was wondering what to eat for supper, this German visitor offered me a plate of spaghetti.
He’s also a Master Carpenter, and he did that same three year wandering experience as the chap that I stayed with on my Elba trip. Back in my tent smelling rather smoked, as these mobile home campers come stacked with firewood, so as soon as a pit appears we must have a fire.
Passed by a small resort who allowed me to post that Grizzly story let’s hope I haven’t given any, any ideas! I’m travelling between a long ridge of mountains, made by the Giant Gabriel, who wasn’t happy with the world, I’m not a Geologist either, but I’m full of silly ideas.
If you get stuck for a camp site there are plenty of picnic areas unmarked on the map, that have toilets and places in the woods to put up a tent.
As I’m slowly following a road that is billed as ‘the most beautiful in the world’ one wonders why the vehicles go past at the maximum speed allowed. It’s a lovely cloudy, sunny day with shadows dancing all around the mountains, and small streams all around are sending their vital water into the hungry river. But at those speeds in a box, mostly missed. So what’s happened?
Before the railways, time was very local, usually shown on a large clock mounted in a tower on the farm buildings or in cities: the town hall or churches and factories. But to have timetables, time was standardised and people, who usually didn’t have watches, started to travel much more. So the idea of ‘getting there ‘ started to take hold. ( incidentally people weren’t that competitive as stop watches were probably unobtainable and they were used to being co-operative.) Then with new labour laws workers only had to work a given amount of hours, and even had a day off! So time and saving it became an issue. And slowly companies became corporations which became large and their workers became objectivise, no longer looked at as individuals, with different feelings and ambitions. This became internalised and we started to treat our children in a similar manner, if you weren’t careful. Class played a big part in this, of course, as the wealthier could afford to go to uni and do work that wouldn’t guarantee a living wage. The result was that most of us became industrialised, fitting into the system, obeying the rules, and ending up with a mortgage and a car. And this was progress, but on the way we forgot to ‘stand and stare’ end of lecture.
Incidentally Alice Miller in this book of hers ‘ Thou Shalt not be Aware, society’s betrayal of the child’ is extremely damning of our manipulation as children, and the subsequent denial of many in society of the abuse that we suffered.
There’s two films I recommend the first deal with repressive child rearing The White Ribbon and Sophie Scholl which shows how intelligent students who were brought up by loving and supportive parents weren’t seduced by Nazi Propaganda.
It’s important to recognise that when I made this point during a discussion on Germany’s past at a Servas get together in Germany recently, the organiser who I’m sure would have considered herself an open liberal thinker, firmly dismissed the idea.
Perhaps this far predates Freud as we are taught in the Jewish/ Christian teachings
‘ spare the rod, and spoil the child!’
Just as I put the IPad away a camper pulled up behind, but they didn’t get out, maybe they thought I had seen something, and we’re a little bored?
Just passed a chap picking up plastic by the verge, I called out ‘ conscientious man’
He replied ‘ it’s money in the bank’ so there are some points in consumerism that work.
Checking into a hostel by the river and a nice long walk reveals the limits to cycling, as away from the road nature takes on a more relaxed pace, this area really is made for hiking. There is no power or washing facilities so it’s no lovely shower. The evening proved quite exhausting as several more turned up, and the warden proved to be very interesting, politically very knowledgable and active.
Made it to the Icefield Centre where I’m charging and considering what must be the biggest rip offs in tourist history. Outside are buses to take the punters who have paid $30 to ride back 6k and walk about 100yards along a raised platform to look down into the valley which you can almost see just as well from the road. To shield the view from the road they erected a length of curtain. According to the warden this recently erected scam came about from some shady deals between a big local operator, the park and a politician. Alberta became so corrupt that in the recent elections the party that had been in power for forty years was thrown out.
You can fool some of the people all of the time, but not all of the people all of the time.
I think! PLG Tony