BCP063 Calgary (Calgary Tower)
When we noticed this survey marker the question was how to log it. Going up in the elevator or taking the stairs would get us close but we knew there was no public access to the roof of the Tower. Even the friendliest toothy grins from two Black Sharks likely would not charm our way past the authorities who would show up shortly after we went through the first locked or alarmed door.
There had to be another way.
Months later we were on holidays back home in the Pacific Ocean. A terrible storm came up and broke up our first family reunion. It made quite a mess and attendees and stuff were widely scattered. It took the two of us awhile to realize that we weren't just riding a big wave to parts unknown, we were actually spinning along in a tornado. Mr Shark doesn't do well with circling so he quickly got dizzy and Mrs Shark had to hang onto him to keep him from falling right out of the tornado over some very sharp looking landscape. It must have been the Rocky Mountains because soon things started to look a bit familiar. Was it? Could it be? It looked like Calgary was looming ahead!
Mr Shark couldn't have swam straight in his dizziness but he was still thinking clearly. He thought that if we exited this tornado at just the right moment we would go flying right past the Calgary Tower and could spot the elusive marker on the top! It was a daring plan and it might have worked except getting over the Rockies had taken most of the spin out of this tornado and it suddenly lost power.
It was a very frightening moment when we realized all our movement was vertical in the direction of down! We couldn't see well but suddenly we both slammed into something. It felt as hard as solid ground but, fortunately, we'd managed to land in water. When Mr Shark stopped swimming in circles and all the chirping little birds left us alone we went home. Well, it had been a good plan while it lasted.