One hundred and ninety-nine

The big sky is breathtaking.  Going from Manitoba to Saskatchewan, we have seen the ground get flatter and flatter – the horizon a straight, never-ending line.  We just passed Regina (apparently the highest crime rate in Canada three years running, according to some locals we talked to in Indian Head) and are heading to Alberta.  I love the colours of the prairies – the blue sky, the yellow fields, the green trees, the brightly coloured farming equipment.  So different from the hills of Ontario.

We camped last night in the middle of nowhere it seemed, and somewhere in the prairies not as flat: Echo Valley.  The oranges and reds of the sun setting over the valley was so beautiful.  A campfire kept us warm, but the night in the tent was freezing, with temperatures going below zero and my toes, despite wool socks and a thick sleeping bag, feeling like they were going to fall off.  Not the best sleep and my body aches today.  Apparently it only started to get cold on Sunday.  We should have left a week earlier!

I interviewed a couple of guys at the hostel I was chatting with in Winnipeg before we left yesterday for their first kiss stories.  The one said he didn’t remember his, even though he was probably around seventeen.  The other laughed and said that he was twelve and the girl was fifteen.  “It was under a bridge.  I wanted to try a french kiss and she was willing.  And I liked that I could brag to my friends about kissing an older girl.  Although she wasn’t very good looking.  But willing.”

4 thoughts on “One hundred and ninety-nine

  1. I can appreciate your comments about sleeping in the cold as I just got back from an overnighter on the Continental Divide at 10,750′ after having fallen in a cold stream backpack and all.

    The French Kiss stories have reminded me of the time I was transporting my youngest daughter, about age 7, and several other girls. They were talking about french kissing (yes, I was shocked – 7 years old!! The other girls MUST have been older) when I heard my daughter say, “I sure am glad I’m not French”.

    By the way, my father was born south of Regina – can you imagine? Have a great trip!

    • That sounds sooo cold. Do you have any tips of how to stay warm? Because I am not very good at it…

      And I’m sure you were glad when your daughter said that!

      Have you gone back to your dad’s birthplace to visit? Saskatchewan is beautiful, but really flat! Were his family farmers?

  2. Hmm it looks a lot like North East of Peterborough, except it seems to be more endless. I like farm land 🙂 I haven’t seen too many sunsets although I hope to some day, it’s so early lol. I have heard stories of it dropping to -40c lol not looking forward to that. In places where the water falls liek Niagara falls if you take a picture with the sun shining and mist coming off the falls you could take a picture of a rainbow coming down right in front of you, it looks incredible. Yet it is only a blurring of colour, I want to take one of thoose pictures one day :o)

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