The Torch Run

I travelled to my hometown this morning to see the Olympic Torch. I know I could have seen it in Taber, but to me it was more special to watch pass by in Bow Island with my parents. The last time the Torch came through in 1988 I couldn't participate.

In Bow Island you were able to be so very close, no crowds or blocked streets. It is quite something to think that there are still parts of the world where there is still that home town feel.

Our little village of Barnwell also qualifies for the home town feel, not much happens in our quiet, sleepy little village, not even the Torch!

Enjoy my pictures of the morning.

Until tomorrow.


Waiting for the Torch



The Torch and Torch Bearer