Big Hill Springs Provincial Park Photographs taken July, 2009 Nikon D300 with Nikkor 12 - 24 mm Click thumbnail image to view full-size picture              Big Hill Springs is one of Alberta's smallest provincial parks, about 20 minutes drive northwest of Calgary. Its small size is more than compensated for by a remarkably charming, diverse foothills terrain and the sparkling springs that inspired its name. The "Big Hill" itself is a substantial outcropping of sedimentary rock, mostly forested except where the springs emerge and make their way down to the valley. Availability of year-round water and a sheltered location provide excellent habitat for a large variety of plants, animals and birds. A hiking trail follows the approximate boundary of the park, ending where it begins at the parking lot. You can readily manage the entire length in about 45 minutes if you go non-stop. You won't want to hurry, however, because there is so much to enjoy along the way. Be alert for some very hazardous drop-offs and ankle-hostile footing if you leave the trail. There is a significant gain in elevation at the outset but nothing nearly so strenuous as what you might typically find in the mountains. Caveat: As is the case with most Canadian outdoor attractions, sanitary provisions are of the rustic sort. To put the matter as delicately as possible, it is best to think ahead and address any pertinent urgencies before departing home or wherever you are staying. Otherwise, hold your nose and beware the splash. There are, of course, no proper washing-up facilities but you can always wipe your hands (if you have been careless) on your trousers or your companion's shirt. This is a Canadian tradition practiced with considerable finesse by the native. To grumble or inquire concerning civilized alternatives will instantly mark you as a foreigner. It is probably illegal to rinse off in the springs but you could try to get away with it. I have never seen a warden in the area but that does not mean there might not be one lurking in the dense underbrush, ready to pounce with his pen and booklet of court summonses the moment you sin. You are on your own. Honestly, we Canadians could easily afford to provide something better but the unventilated, overflowing and much besmeared out-house or chemical vat with gooey throne and cheerily buzzing "blue bottles" is a hallowed cultural icon. Roll up your pant-legs and watch your step if you really must go in there.