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This post is part of Matador’s partnership with Canada, where journalists show how to explore Canada like a local.

ONE OF MY FAVORITE FILMS is Terrence Malick’s Badlands, in which a young outlaw persuades his girlfriend to join him on a crime spree across America. When I found out I was going to the Canadian Badlands in Alberta, the thought crossed my mind that although I was driving a silver 2012 Ford Focus (instead of a black 1950s Cadillac) and I was armed only with a camera, I was the lead in my own thriller.

For three days I drove the open roads over the plateaus, winding through the canyons, and taking in views of vast prairies of waving canola, hoodoos and buffalo jumps, abandoned coal mines and Wild West saloons. All photos by the author.

About The Author

Chris Miller

Chris Miller is a journalist, adventurer and Peace Corps volunteer from Portland, Oregon. He resides in eastern Ukraine, where his limited Russian language skills get him into some amusing situations. He blogs at www.borderland-chronicles.com.

  • Marti Ingram

    So funny to see an article about the Drumheller Badlands featured in this way! I grew up around there and realize I do take the beauty of the area for granted, although recently did write an article about Horsethief Canyon on my own travel blog (http://downthewrabbithole.blogspot.com). Thanks for exploring my ‘hometown’ and taking such wonderful pictures!

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