I too lived in Edmonton as a child–just a couple of years ago, it seems. My Dad was a explorer of all the back roads and byways around the area. One time he took us to an out of the way area (that I could never find today of course) where he’d discovered a small cliff. That cliff was pure compressed sand, I think, because someone had dug a small tunnel into the face of the cliff. The tunnel was very short, curving between two openings side by side on the cliff face. We had to clamber up–oh, I was so much more agile in those days! It was very exciting just to crawl that short distance from opening to opening and pretend that we were spelunking. I don’t think the tunnel was even big enough for my brother and I to pass each other so I guess we had to take turns. I always wonder who dug that tunnel and what became of it. We moved to Ontario soon after that so we lost our connection to that adventure.
D.L.
