Our friend recommended a visit to the Canadian Hoodoos. I thought that it was a play on words on Voo Doo but then I was like dark magic is fine so off we went.

Turns out the hoodoos were nothing of the sort.

First, we had to drive miles and miles through grassy fields.

Maps was sometimes useless giving us road names to turn on until scrolled in manually.

Arrow and I had a good talk about snakes and staying on the trail. She’s here anxiously looking for rattlesnakes.

The Vistors’ Centre there shared some insight on the Blackfoot Indian tribes that once roamed these hoodoos.

Arrow didn’t believe me that these buffalo pelts were real.

Eventually we did find the hoodoos and, in short, incredible.

I love these nook and cranny spots.

A nice overlook of the milk river.

Arrow took a tumble off one of the hoodoos. That was scary.

She was crying, which was a good sign. She was breathing, albeit loudly. There was so much blood all around. Luckily neither Taylor and I are affected by blood (although it’s more shocking to see your own baby bleeding than anyone else’s). It took a minute to figure out the source of all the bleeding, which fortunately was only her nose. We took a break to clean up and play with some sand in the shade. A repeat talk of running off suddenly made more sense to her and we didn’t have trouble for the rest of the day 🙂
Also cuddles and looking at pictures mama’s phone later helped, too 🙂