What to See and Do in Riding Mountain National Park
What to See and Do in Riding Mountain National Park September 26, 2018 · 13 min. readWhile the thoughts and opinions are my own, this article was brought to you by a third party. Also, this article may contain affiliate links.
There is a change in the air. T-shirts are being replaced by bunny hugs and coffees are being replaced by pumpkin spice lattes. For a few weeks, the air is crisp, the skies are blue, and the trees are on fire with orange, red and yellow leaves. Autumn has finally arrived to the prairies.
This was my first time to ever spend a night in a national park, so I was very excited to try out an oTENTik. For those who have never stayed in one before, oTENTik are a glamping enthusiast's dream. The "missing link" between a tent and cottage, these fully electric cloth buildings have a built-in heater and one third of them have a stove. The weather was still warm when we were in the park, so we opted not to use the stove, but we were told that in the winter – yes, you can glamp in the winter! – these make the tents nice and cosy.
We also had the opportunity to see a micrOcube. I've always liked tiny houses and the micrOcube is the perfect rustic version of this. While oTENTik are cloth buildings, micrOcubes are wooden and glass structures. I enjoyed sleeping in the oTENTik, but I really can't wait to try out the micrOcube.
One of the most surprising things about the RMNP is its sheer size. While we were in the park we visited a plethora of locations, such as Wasagaming, Clear Lake, Gorge Creek Trail, the East Gate Registration Complex National Historic Site, and the Lake Audy bison enclosure. While this may seem like a lot, it was only a small fraction of the sprawling park. One of our guides said they have worked there for over ten years and are still discovering new gems throughout the area.
Something that really impressed me about the park was the attitude towards First Nations culture. Unlike in Saskatchewan, First Nations culture is part of Manitoba's society. When the park was created, seven groups of First Nations people were forced to relocate. One of the park's cultural interpreters, Desmond Mentuck from Waywayseecappo First Nation, told us about the park. He said that these days, the park, along with the community, are making strides to bring First Nation's culture back into the area.
I find First Nations culture fascinating, and Desmond was a wealth of knowledge. We were taught how different tipi poles have unique astrological connections, why tipis should always point east and that one should always walk clockwise inside a tipi. This embracement and respect for First Nations culture was a testament to how far we have come with reconciliation, but also how far we still need to go.
The tipi and Visitor Centre are in the townsite of Wasagaming; an oasis in a sea of woodland. We would come here every night for supper and ate everything from pasta to burgers to pizza to nachos. Everywhere we went had massive portions of food – large enough that even I, a person notorious for leaving restaurants still hungry, felt stuffed afterwards. It seemed every night one of us would make the mistake of ordering something a little too large, from double hot dogs to monster salads.
But, all this came to a head when we visited the restaurant Wigwam Restaurant and Bar. This historic restaurant was built in 1929 – four years before the park opened – and is known throughout the area for their delicious food and large servings. As this was our final meal together, the seven of us ordered our own dishes, and then asked for a plate of nachos to share.
To our shock, the waitress asked if we wanted a half order instead.
We were all perplexed. There are seven people around the table, many of which were foodies. Of course we wanted a full order of nachos.
Again, the waitress asked if we wanted a half order. This seemed strange, but we were determined and confirmed that no, we did not want a half order of nachos. We wanted a full order. The waitress sighed and jotted it down.
We were confused until it arrived. Then we were silent. These nachos were no regular order of nachos. This was a towering mountain of chips, hamburger, peppers and what seemed like a litre of melted cheese. These nachos were so large, so vast and so bountiful that the seven of us, the confident yet naive fools who thought nothing of the waitress' repeated warnings, could not finish it.
When we weren't eating, we spent a lot of our time discovering the rugged terrain of the park. Our hike of the Gorge Creek Trail was led by Patrick McDermott, an expert in all things Riding Mountain. Patrick led us through a winding six-kilometre hike around the trail, through the hillside, the woodlands and the escarpment, all along teaching us about the surrounding geography.
Patrick said this entire area was once covered by a massive ocean which split the continent apart. Once the water dried up, massive ice sheets scoured and transformed the land into what it is today. It is because of this that the riverbeds of the trail are home to a variety of different stone, from marble to shale.
We saw various flora on our hike, from birch and poplar to poison ivy. In fact, the park boasts an incredible 669 different types of flora. As we hiked, we saw the famous escarpment and the valley which acted as a divide between the flora. Standing on the valley edge, you can see how the trees vary from either side of the river. Patrick said this is due to the different minerals in the soil and the different temperatures of sun exposure.
Patrick then gave us the industrial history of the escarpment, including some of the older lumber yards that used to exist in the area. He told us his theories regarding their location and pointed out some of the remains of the camps. Although the keen eye might see relics peaking out from grass, the forest has reclaimed much of the remains.
On our hike we also saw plenty coyote and bear scat. There was so much that at one point in the hike Patrick stopped, turned to us and spoke very loudly. There was a musty scent in the air, and due to the recent scat, this probably meant there was a bear nearby. While we never saw the creature, it's possible that it saw us.
After the hike we drove out to the East Gate Registration Complex National Historic Site for a quick lunch. The gate was constructed in a rustic Tudor design, which was a visual throwback to the Elizabethan Era and the first days of the Canadian wilderness being tamed. The gate's purpose was to promote "auto tourism", a new trend in tourism brought by motor vehicles in the 1930s. People could drive from the city and into the newly conquered wilderness and take in nature from the comfort of their own vehicle. Once it caught on, it was very popular.
A century later, all the gates except for the East Gate have been torn down.
However, auto tourism didn't die with the times. Today a new attraction is starting up, one that embraces a past that was almost lost.
During the 1600s, between 25 – 30 million bison roamed North America, but by 1880 that number was cut to just over 100. This decimated First Nations populations across the continent, cutting off a primary food supply that they had relied on for a millennium. Many groups had deep connections with the bison, and to watch this animal disappear before them ushered in a dark age for them spiritually. Not only this, but the rapid removal of bison began to have noticeable changes to the ecosystem.
Governments and organisations sprung to preserve the remaining bison. Today the animal is still considered Near Threatened, even though the population has increased to about 500,000. While significantly less than their population peak, the population is going up and the species is recovering.
The Riding Mountain National Park bison enclosure offers visitors a chance to witness these majestic animals up close. As they have very few predators – except for humans – they live, grow and populate without any deterrence. When winter arrives, they migrate to a different section of the park that is better suited for the season, only to return in the spring.
Desmond Mentuck was again our guide to the enclosure and showed us around the area, telling us about his people, his culture and of their stories. People like Desmond are the future of First Nations culture in today's world. By preserving and sharing stories, he guarantees their legacy lives on. When he isn't giving tours, he's interviewing elders and learning about the seven groups that surround the park. His priceless work is keeping the culture alive as Canada learns to embrace it. I could talk to him for hours about the park and the First Nations people that surround it, but sadly, our time at the park had come to an end.
There is much more I could write about Riding Mountain National Park. The area is full of history and stories, like the famous Grey Owl, the mysterious murder of Lawrence and Myrtez Leen and the German POW labour camps during World War II. The area is rugged and beautiful, the culture is rich and diverse, and the food, of course, is incredible. Autumn was the perfect time to visit Riding Mountain National Park, and although this was my first time there, I know it will not be my last.
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As a Canadian I feel it is my duty to highlight some of the reasons why somebody – particularly an American – should consider moving to Canada.
Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania shut its doors in 1970. A year later, in 1971, it would briefly reopen and house inmates from Holmesburg Prison after a devastating riot. After the prisoners were returned to Holmesburg, Eastern State would sit empty for over two decades. It would rot, decay and collapse. Trees and shrubs would grow into the structure and a clowder of cats would take residence. These hallowed halls would sit empty, the only noise being the chatter of startled birds and the trotter of feline paws.
The following decades would see various discussions of what to do with the building. Eventually, it was decided to preserve it and turn it into a tourist attraction. Although it officially opened for tours in 1994, attendants would have to sign a waiver and wear hardhats before entering until 2008. They had 10,000 visitors the opening year, a number of tourists not seen in the prison since 1858.
From 1829 to 1970, Eastern State Penitentiary underwent a variety of changes and transformations. This massive, sprawling, 11-acre complex was founded under the belief that solitary confinement was the cure needed to prevent criminals from committing future crimes. It was believed criminals who served in solitary confinement would turn to a higher power to reconcile with themselves for their crimes – hence feeling "penitent". To assist in this process, each cell was equipped with a slit window on the ceiling nicknamed "The Eye of God". It would be the only light source available to the inmate.
Cemeteries are a place of solace. All people, regardless of wealth, status, religion or creed are equals within a cemetery. It's a place of remembrance, respect and reconciliation. If you visit a cemetery, you are visiting the graves of lost loved ones. These may be children, pioneers, rebels or everyday people. Every grave has a story, and all are longing to be told.
Because of this, cemeteries are a library of knowledge. They hold the lessons of our past, and the wisdom of our future. As the leaves change and the days get shorter, cemeteries attract a much different crowd than that of just historians and family members. With autumn crisp in the air, cemeteries fill with thrill-seekers and paranormal believers. There is a fine line between what is and isn't acceptable within a cemetery and those who dabble into the affairs of the afterlife know this all too well. Few people go into cemeteries looking to disrespect the graves; instead, most are just hoping they can answer their own questions about life after death.
Not all cemeteries are haunted, but each holds their own stories. Keep this in mind while you read this article. If you end up visiting any of these sites, remember to step softly, speak quietly and respect the surrounding graves. You might not be as alone as you think.