How a suburban path taught me to accommodate catnaps and appreciate change

This First Person article is from Rhonda Skinner, who has lived in the Fraser neighbourhood in northeast Edmonton since 2005. Her story is part of The Henday Project, a CBC Edmonton initiative focused on the suburbs. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

When our bungalow was built in 2005, we had no bus service. We had to change internet providers to get a high-speed connection. And because we weren't on GPS maps, our pizza was always cold by the time the delivery person found us.

But our lot backed onto Fraser Ravine, a northeast Edmonton green space winding toward the river, and just past the back gate was a gravel path — a place of natural beauty that became a special place for me.

It was special to others, too. But for different reasons.

Guys on motorcycles and ATVs would crash down the path, the noise pulling me away from my university studies and out to confront them. I challenged them about disrupting people walking on the path and those living next to it. They were outraged but eventually stopped riding on the path.

Other study breaks were thanks to my cat Mac, who would walk across my keyboard to let me know it was time to go outside. He had me leash-trained and I could lead him anywhere he wanted to go.

He often found a grassy spot next to the path and would stretch out for a nap, leaving me standing there.

That turned out to be a blessing. 

Being in nature changed my perspective. My shoulders relaxed as I watched birds and squirrels, and many times I solved an assignment problem that I'd been struggling with.

The path became a place to refresh my body and mind between reading textbooks and writing papers.

I didn't realize other changes were taking place on this path until a fellow stopped to speak to me while I was filling bird feeders.

He told me how he'd hated to see more houses being built on the ravine but then realized that the many new feeders installed along the path were attracting a wide variety of new birds.

He was amazed and so was I. I had never seen a pileated woodpecker or a northern flicker up close before. 

Mac and I continued to walk the path, which was getting busier as the neighbourhood grew. Mac and I knew the dog walkers' routines, but cyclists were another matter. They sent my terrified cat racing home, with me clutching his leash and sprinting after him.