As a child a hoodoo, was a spirit of mythical proportions, as only a child’s imagination can conjure.
The Hoodoos overlooking the Bow River Valley at Banff, are not a spirit, but a weird group of conical shaped glacial material left behind when the glacier melted. With the shape of of a family of humans wrapped in a cloak, and material masked heads and faces, if a child first saw these shapes in the early evening in winter as the mist and snow starts to roll down the mountain, I can only imagine the fear in her heart, as her chest tightened and she crawled beneath her mothers skirts.
