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monday, april 15, 2019 // ISSUE 143
NOSE DIVE // CARO ROY KEEPS THE SKI SEASON ALIVE ON THE NOSE OF MOUNT ABERHART, IN THE MALIGNE RANGE. // BOB COVEY
NDP candidate disappointed but not deterred Paula Cackett is down but not out.
The 29-year-old Jasperite was West Yellowhead’s NDP candidate in the April 16 provincial election. Cackett, who garnered 21 per cent of the total vote count, was defeated by United Conservative Party candidate Martin Long, who tallied 68 per cent of 23,125 votes cast in the riding. Although she was disappointed in the results, Cackett says her career in politics is just getting started. “I plan to run again and keep fighting for things that matter,” she said the day after NDP leader Rachel Notley conceded defeat. Notley, who won her Edmonton-Strathcona seat, has promised to carry on in her role of leader of the Official Opposition.
Cackett, whose name was thrown into the race less than a month before voting day was scheduled, said she learned a lot during the campaign. “I grew a lot as a person,” she said. “I met some amazing people and really got to enjoy having discussions about things that are important to Albertans.” Cackett may have lost the riding, but she took every poll in Jasper. That support was gratifying, she said, and will motivate her to start working towards the next election.
“I think we have to start now. I’m ready to work harder and would encourage others to reach out and help me build a team.” bob covey // bob@thejasperlocal.com
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editorial //
Local Vocal It’s been said that the best argument against democracy is a five minute conversation with the average voter.
I always thought that was pretty cynical—until I spent about that much time monitoring the live chat which was scrolling beside the election results as they came in on Monday night. What a depressing exercise that turned out to be. The unending stream of spiteful, vitriolic comments were enough to shake my faith in humanity. I think most of us were predicting Albertans would give New Democrats the boot this time around, but I was caught off guard by the cruel and contemptible slurs that were being directed at former premier Rachel Notley while Jason Kenney supporters took their victory lap. These were my fellow constituents? Maybe I shouldn’t have been that surprised. After all, our April 1 editorial suggesting that the NDP’s platform resonated with young families got a bit of run on Twitter last week— and believe me, not all (read: very few) of our “mentions” were from folks who agreed with our Personal choices can and should So if you’re reading this, and take. In retrospect, I had plenty of warning that be scrutinized. I’ll chirp a skier you voted for a change in emotions were running hot this election and the for not wearing a helmet. I’ll roll government, this rant may well be internet in Alberta was especially caustic. my eyes when someone puts directed at you, but it’s certainly Perhaps because of that social media smack ketchup on their filet mignon. I’ll not personal. So do me a favour, down, I was entirely prepared to take the trash talk a litter bug. Why then, please: save the insults. Labelling classic “the voter is always right” angle for this when there’s so much at stake, me a tree hugger or a commie or op-ed, maybe mix in some platitudes about wouldn’t I criticize how someone a snowflake or a lib-tard doesn’t how progressives will have to regroup, that marks their ballot? get your point across any more they ought to respect the process. Well, stuff effectively. All it does is distract Don’t get it twisted. I’m not that! After witnessing the Twitter trolls spew from the real conversation, and hostile. Criticism in politics is just their misogynistic BS; after realizing that the real truth: that no matter who an entry point to a discussion. Albertans gave absolutely zero figs about RCMP we are, no matter what values we Constructive, civil discourse investigations into multiple United Conservative hold and no matter which party is entirely possible between Party members’ campaigns; and after doing the we align with, we’ve got much disagreeing parties. We might not most basic research on what Jason Kenney is more in common than that which have very many good examples actually promising to do when he gets into office, divides us. of this lately, but I promise you: I am forgoing that approach entirely. The voter is bob covey // bob@thejasperlocal.com it’s still a thing. clearly not always right. Allow me to expand: If you voted for the party that plans to kill the climate leadership plan, The Jasper Local // Jasper’s independent alternative newspaper well, it seems to me that you’re selling out your 780.852.9474 • thejasperlocal.com • po box 2046, jasper ab, t0e 1e0 kids’ future. If you voted for the party that pledges to set up a taxpayer-funded “war room” Published on the 1st and 15th of each month to defend Alberta’s energy industry, I’d say Editor / Publisher you’re selling out the little guy for big corporate. Bob Covey.................................................................................... bob@thejasperlocal.com Art Director If you voted for the leader who will replace the Nicole covey......................................................................... nicole@thejasperlocal.com School Act with legislation that fails to protect LGTBQ students, you’re selling out some of our Advertising + sales most vulnerable members of society. And if you Email us today...........................................................................ads@thejasperlocal.com cartoonist voted for the party who wants to do all of this Deke.................................................................................................deke@thejasperlocal.com with less public consultation, rather than more, well then you’re selling out all of us. facebook.com/thejasperlocal @thejasperlocal
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monday, april 15, 2019 // issue 143 // the jasper local// page A3
CORY WALLACE
GEN ARCAND
LONI KLETTL
DAVE MACDOWELL
MATT STANELAND
GREG VAN TIGHEM
Local cycling icons spin Bike Tales Cyclists, trail enthusiasts and tall tale aficionados gathered ‘round the proverbial campfire April 15 to hear local cycling stars spin stories of two-wheeled adventures. A fundraiser for the Jasper Trails Alliance, Bike Tales packed the house at the Downstream Lounge and had audience members laughing, cringing, dreaming and dreading. Fat biking, fundraising freak Greg Van Tighem organized and MC’d. Elder statesman Edi Klopfenstein got things rolling with a stunning slideshow of a lifetime of bike touring. Jasper’s sassiest trail ambassador, Loni Klettl, talked about the relentless yet rewarding grind that is participating in local land use planning.
Genevieve Arcand spoke about finding kindred spirits and fighting saddle sores during her wide-eyed stab at the world’s longest self-supported bike race, the Trans-Am. Local iron man Matt Staneland recalled his seven-day sufferfest where nothing went right at the Trans Rockies Challenge. And the ageless wonder Dave MacDowell flashed back to the early days of Jasper cycling, when helmets were for kooks and tabs, not posts, were what you dropped when you wanted to descend. Finally, two-time 24-Hours Solo World Champ, Cory Wallace, described how persistence, patience and a supportive team have allowed him to succeed at the highest level of competitive mountain biking in some of the planet’s wildest landscapes. bob covey // bob@thejasperlocal.com
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Local community //
Remembering Norm: Hearts broken for family of fallen former Jasperite A light that shone ever brightly in Jasperites’ lives has been extinguished.
Norm Lamothe, friend to many in this community, passed suddenly and tragically at his family’s cabin on Lake Bednesti, outside of Prince George, B.C., on April 6. A loving father and a devoted husband, Lamothe was only 42 years old. Although he no longer lived in Jasper, Lamothe called this community home for more than a dozen years. During that time, Lamothe made lasting friendships with his co-workers and fellow adventurers. His trustworthy, outgoing, high-enerFORMER JASPERITE NORM LAMOTHE WAS KILLED IN AN ACCIDENT AT gy personality drew people HIS CABIN APRIL 6. HE LEAVES BEHIND HIS YOUNG FAMILY. // SUPPLIED to him, his longtime friend remembered. easy to become friends with.” cycle, a mountain bike or a “Norm was one of those speLamothe was easy to like. He pair of hockey skates, he was a cial people who are their true loved to have fun. He had a straight-liner. selves all the time. He never powerful yet kind-hearted pres- “He was always the first one to pretended to be someone he ence. He was a story teller. He try the jump, always the first to was not,” said Lee Labrecque, was a hard worker. drop in on a gnarly line,” said who grew up with Lamothe in And Lamothe was a charger. Labrecque. Edmonton. “He was honest and Lamothe brought that same genuine. He was someone it was Whether on skis, a motorplunge-in attitude to the relationships he formed. He brought people together, Labrecque said. His warm smile would light up a room. His laugh was legendary. “He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was passionate about his work, his family and his friends.” Lamothe’s first gig in Jasper was the same one that thousands of young adventure-seekers find when they first move to the mountains: ski resort liftie. He graduated to the tech shop at Marmot Basin and eventually started working with Parks Canada’s trail crew, where he further expanded his friend circle, but Lamothe was always a skier at heart. When Jasper’s Chris Peel first met him, Lamothe was spending a lot of time with his snowboarder buddies on Marmot Basin’s lower mountain. “I joked with him that there are two more chairlifts up top,” Peel remembers. Soon enough Lamothe and Peel—and an evergrowing circle of friends—were crewing together. Life was a lot of fun back then.
But tragedy struck the group in 2005 when Norm’s younger brother, Christopher, was killed in a skiing accident.
“Norm was one of those special people who are their true selves all the time. He never pretended to be someone he was not.” Norm was devastated. “The dynamic was never quite the same,” Labrecque remembered. “The hurt of losing Chris never fully went away.” Love, however, found a way. Norm met Melissa Warren, an Ontario girl with whom he shared his passions. The two eventually married, settling down in Prince George and starting a family and a business, Bednesti Tree Services. A deadshot tree feller and an honest businessman, Lamothe built a reputation as a talented arborist. But his true love was for his family. A daughter, Olivia, was welcomed into their lives in 2012 and in 2015 Christopher was born. Lamothe was good at a lot of things, but as a father, he had found his calling. “He was so happy being a dad,” Labrecque said. “He loved seeing Olivia ski from the top of Marmot.” Family members are finding some solace in the thought that Lamothe is skiing from the top of a mountain somewhere, reunited with his brother while their dad, who also passed, looks on. The memories of Norm Lamothe are strong—the man made an impact on almost everyone he met. But the hole that his too-early departure leaves in the hearts of his loved ones is as large as the life he led. To help make a difference to Lamothe’s family during their time of grieving, find the Missy Lamothe and family fund on GoFundMe.com. Bob Covey// bob@thejasperlocal.com
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Local community //
THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND: A legacy of relationship building in JNP
bird count and it’s not uncommon for the Friends to receive gifts from folks who’ve been touched somehow by the park and/or its programming. “Just last week we received our annual package of oranges and grapefruits from Florida,” Cesco laughed. “Those guys come out for six months at a time and volunteer here.” The accumulated volunteer hours are perhaps the best indication of the Friends’ ability to stay in-touch
Friends are forever. Jobs, on the other hand…
Jasper’s Sue Cesco is hanging up her hat as the co-manager of the Friends of Jasper National Park. After 24 years of helping lead an organization dedicated to Jasper National Park’s natural and cultural heritage, Cesco is calling it a career. “It’s hard to leave—there are lots of things and lots of people I love about the job, but I realize those things will still be there,” Cesco said. And so will the things Cesco helped bring to Jasper National Park. One doesn’t have to tread too far to get a sense of what the organization accomplished under Cesco’s leadership. Hallmark features of the Jasper visitor experience, including Pyramid Island and Cavell Meadows, were enhanced and restored under Cesco’s watch. The mapping and installation of the park’s trail map signs and the creation of Jasper’s Discovery Trail were major projects that bear the Friends’ fingerprints. And the rebranding of the Friends’ gift shop, an important source of revenue and also a way to ingrain national park values into the retail experience, has been something Cesco has put her stamp on. More recently, the creation of the Jasper Trails Alliance has breathed new life into local park stewardship. The key to that initiative, Cesco said, was involving the community at every step, something she and her team learned from the trail mapping project of the early 1990s. “That inclusive model was huge,” she said. “It launched how other projects went in the future.” Cesco has always been a forger of relationships. She helped bring a bottom-up leadership style to the Friends boardroom and her easy-going yet driven style allowed her to make
“We’re all here as individuals who really want to contribute something from ourselves.”
BFF // SUE CESCO IS RETIRING AFTER 24 YEARS OF FORGING RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE FRIENDS OF JNP// BOB COVEY
untold connections in the mountain parks community. These approaches ultimately helped with donations to the not-for-profit group and garnering support from the higher-ups at Parks Canada, but what Cesco will remember most are the connections she shared with her fellow staff, board members and volunteers. “We’re all here as individuals who really want to contribute something from ourselves,” she said. “It’s easy to build fun and camaraderie into everything we do.” One of her most memorable relationships was with an 85-year-old gentleman from New Hampshire. The gentleman was looking for the Friends to send him a JNP calendar— to remind him of when he first visited
Jasper National Park in 1928, with his sister. Not only did Cesco make good on the calendar request, she helped him track down film reel footage of the trip which had been stored at the Whyte Museum, in Banff. Together they had the footage reformatted to DVD and properly archived. For nearly 15 years they wrote to each other as pen-pals. Cesco even visited the gentleman at his New Hampshire home. “We corresponded pretty much all the way until the last couple years of his life,” Cesco said. It wasn’t the only time Cesco and the Friends made an impact on far-away visitors. Every year a regular flock of birders come for the same 10 days in the spring to help with the annual
with the public. Every year, through the Friends, school groups, junior forest rangers, trail associations and countless individuals sign up to pitch in to the preservation or promotion of Jasper National Park. Last year the Jasper Trails Alliance tallied up 500 person-hours on its own—the total amount of annual hours the Friends generates is in the thousands, Cesco said. After bearing witness to all that good energy being poured into the park, Cesco has a tip for other organizations needing a helping hand: ask. “In terms of getting the best, most engaged, people, the best thing you can do is ask directly.” And so, in that same spirit of straightforwardness, in January, Cesco told her co-workers and her board that this summer, she’d like to be able to enjoy some of the park assets that her hard work has, for the past 24 years, helped create. On April 18, she’ll hand in her keys to the Friends office. However, she’ll forever be a Friend to the park. Bob Covey// bob@thejasperlocal.com
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FEATURE // STORY BY DAVID HARRAP
SAVING GAIA—
Ten Cents At A Time PART 2
JUST AS DELICATE HANDS BECOME CALLOUSED FROM A MONTH’S WORTH OF DIGGING, THE MORE I GARBAGE-PICKED THE LESS CONCERNED I BECAME OF THE MANY EYES WHICH MEASURED ME.
And they run over with a ten-center and hand it over with an Olympicsized “Good for you” smile. You could be a member of Team Canada. We became expert at deducing the contents inside black garbage bags without opening them up: aluminum
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Bum, loser, disgusting old man…they had me pegged. I felt an affinity with George Orwell and his self-inflected state of “fairly severe poverty.” He was a plongeur in the restaurants of Paris; I was a plunger in the hot spots of the Park. Both of us knew what it was like to speak with a plum in our mouth while swallowing the bitter stone. It was only left for me to write Down and Out in Banff and Jasper, and some sort of coal-mining book, and I could walk upright again. Sticking your head in a garbage bin is a humbling experience, and one I would strongly recommend to politicians and CEOs who have their heads up their backsides and need knocking down a peg or two. It’s not easy to keep face when caught flagrante delicto. It’s like farting out loud; only the Doctor Johnsons and Winston Churchills of this world can pull that sort of thing off with aplomb. People view you as a skid-row bum with something contagious. Well they used to, anyway. Now that you’re a recycling engineer engaged in the lofty business of saving Gaia, you get kudos, admiring glances, pats on the back—absolution even. “Oh you’re recycling. How splendid! Well done! Here, let me give you this bottle.”
cans have a special type of ring, different, for instance, to empty cans of peas. A rap of the bag would sound them out. Bottles, too, have a certain ring and sound different than pickle jars. We didn’t mess around at each bin: we fled to the next in case anyone we knew came along. We wore industrial gloves, a happy smile, and whistled while we worked. We weren’t on fixed wages or commissions, we were pieceworkers, buccaneers of the brown bins, never
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a roomy backpack. At one point I considered wearing my old school tie, for no other reason than keeping my trousers up. I decided against it, however. I still hadn’t totally shaken the embarrassment of it all. There was always the slight chance, the very slight chance, that an old Berkhamstead boy on holiday would spot the colours as I scooted through campgrounds, and be shocked that one of theirs had gone so badly to the dogs.
When I rode into the hot spots I was skint; when I rode out two hours later—“by God,” like Willy Loman’s brother coming out of the jungle, “I was rich!” I’ve been on my own for years, baron of the bins still hooking out the bottles and tins. There are just the ravens now for camp followers.
I was out doing the rounds in February. Minus 29C. I’m decked out in my greasy North Face down jacket of a thousand-and-one campfire nights. A lady asks what am I doing? Picking up bottles and cans, I say. She fishes out two ten-centers from the “It’s so disgusting, SUV. Next, she gets her purse to make a donation. Dad. And you’re Thanks very much but I’m not hard up, I say. Nothing my father!” like the cold to elicit sympathy; I think my nose was running to add to the The more picture. Bemused by this seemingly broken down the well-off bum, she then asks, “What appearance, the about some vodka?” and reaches more accepting into the vehicle for an opened people are since mickey. All I can think to say: “I you look the part. don’t like vodka.” Huh! A very picky Some won’t even bum, eh. notice you—or so they pretend. But It was my sartorial splendour that if you are rigged out in bowler hat, did it. Clothes have us pegged. No pin-striped suit, the old school tie, wonder Kim Kardashian dresses and carrying a furled umbrella, they like she does. really would stare. I had a lady come up to me one _________________________ morning as I loaded cans and bottles into my backpack and David Harrap// enquire in that unctuous charity info@thejasperlocal.com voice, “Are you homeless?” “Not at the moment, madam. But the way my rent keeps skyrocketing I soon could be.” Then she wanted to pray over me, entreating the Almighty to give me a helping hand. (It’s amazing how the pious ones take it upon themselves to partition the Creator on your behalf).
Jasper’s David Harrap is the author of the soonto-be-published book Over The Mountains, Under The Stars. Despite his humility, just like Winston Churchill, Harrap can in fact pull off flagrante delicto with aplomb.
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THE 2019 JASPER HALF MARATHON BROUGHT MORE THAN 1,000 ATHLETES TO ITS 5, 10 AND 21.5 KM EVENTS AND RAISED MORE THAN $13,000 FOR THE JASPER COMMUNITY HEALTHCARE FOUNDATION. // BOB COVEY
Back on the rails, back on stage The dream is alive for Jasper musician Phil Murphy.
Two years ago, the 42-year-old had all but given up on playing live music. His life hadn’t turned out the way he’d thought it would. He was feeling listless and lost. Edmonton, the city he grew up in, all of a sudden felt big and lonely. Then he saw a job in Jasper, where he used to come as a kid. CN was hiring. A spark ignited. “I was always curious about living in Jasper,” he said. “I always said I would love to work for the railroad.” He got hired. Soon he was training. He was making miles. Making money. Making friends. “Last year was the best year of my life,” he said. “It’s always been a dream to come here.” The erratic schedule didn’t bother him. Suited him, actually. It beat pulling staples out of furniture. It beat sawing meat. It beat recycling cardboard. “The average person has seven jobs in their life. I’ve had something like 60,” he said. He’s also seen a lot of parties. With his old band, Nobody Likes Dwight, and his old, old band, The Phil Murphy Band, life got off the rails a bit. So setting up in Jasper felt good. But the guitars got dusty. Then he got a phone call. His dad was sick. Cancer. Then he got another call. His daughter, McKenzie,
was diagnosed with a type of lymphoma. Things all of a sudden didn’t seem so great anymore. But the bad news inspired him to do something good. To reconnect to his family. To pick up the guitar again. To perform. He’d already threatened the Whistle Stop with a live show. Now he was going to make good on it. It would be a rock show. It would be on his birthday, April 23. It would be a fundraiser. It would be for his daughter. “It lit a fire,” he said. Now, Murphy’s invited his dad to come share the warmth, and share a few songs. It was his dad, after all, who taught him how to read music when he was in grade school. He’s even got his old man’s guitar to play. “It’s kind of full circle that way,” Murphy said. For the show, Murphy will be pulling a few songs from his catalogue. He’ll rattle off a few classics and—to the delight/horror of his daughter, who’ll be watching via Facebook Live—he’ll bust out in drag for a Taylor Swift cover set. “Life started at 40,” he said, cracking a smile. ________________________________________ Phil Murphy plays the Whistle Stop on April 23 at 7 p.m. To support his daugher’s fundraiser, search Support Kenzie’s Cancer on GoFundMe.com
PHIL MURPHY HAS FOUND NEW LIFE, AND NEW MUSICAL INSPIRATION, IN JASPER. // B COVEY
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PHOTOGRAPHER SIMONE HEINRICH HAD HER LENS POINTED SKYWARD AT THIS NORTHERN HAWK-OWL...UNTIL IT DESCENDED FROM ITS PERCH FOR LUNCH. NORTHERN HAWK-OWLS ARE DAYTIME FEEDERS, GIVING BIRDERS A GOOD CHANCE AT SEEING ONE IN ACTION. // INSTA: @SIMONEHEINRICHPHOTOGRAPHY
MEMBERS OF THE BRAZEAU CARIBOU HERD HAVE BEEN SPOTTED ON THE ICEFIELDS PARKWAY RECENTLY, SOUTH OF SUNWAPTA FALLS. THIS TIME OF YEAR, CARIBOU ARE SEARCHING FOR GROUND LICHEN AS THE VALLEY BOTTOM GREENS UP. PARKS CANADA REMINDS MOTORISTS TO OBEY SPEED LIMITS. // PAUL AND CORAL HAMILTON
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BEARS ARE ALSO OUT NOW THAT THE SNOW IS MELTING AND NUTRIENTS CAN BE FOUND IN THE MONTANE. THIS MALE WAS LOOKING HEALTHY AND HUNGRY ON APRIL 16 WHEN HE WAS SPOTTED BY HEINRICH’S LONG LENS. / / SIMONE HEINRICH