In my 40 hour journey halfway across the country, I think this may have been the most beautiful sight of them all.
So, Saskatchewan was pretty…flat.
Oh I almost forgot: cool Winnipeg wall poetry by a boxer, outside a boxing club.
On the third day…
OK so where was I? The journey has been so long I’ve begun to lose track of my stops and starts, and what day it is for that matter.
On the third day of my expedition I started off in Dryden, where I had rested my weary head the night before. Of course I needed to stop in Kenora, where I toured the town briefly and took some pictures with the Husky Musky.
I made the trip across the Ontario/Manitoba boarder and stopped in Winnipeg to see my dear school friend Melissa. Who, EHEM, needs to update her blog about her wicked work set up.
Since she was busy having a job, I explored Winnipeg a little bit while I waited for her to be free. And by explored I mean wandered aimlessly like the tired zombie I was. Apparently the only pictures I took in my over-traveled state were the rundown parts of the city..
When MELTAIT was finally freed of work duties we went and checked out a ridiculous shop I stumbled across earlier, and poked through hundreds of books and records and DVDs. Who knows what else lays in the depths of that mysterious store.
After what seemed like too short of a visit (which it was!) I was off again to Carlyle, Saskatchewan. BUT, not before Mel sent me off with a wonderful gift from this heavenly place…
(YUM YUM YUM is right!!)
I hit my second time change of the day, missed the Saskatchewan provincial sign, saw my first oil-getting-machines, and got really lost trying to find the homestead of another school friend Jessica, who was kind enough to let me collapse on her couch.
Lots and lots and lots of road sums up day two of my journey.
My trek across the country has officially begun. Well, not completely across the country…but a good chunk of it anyway. I was offered a job at another small town newspaper, and at this point I could not resist.
This time my journey takes me West to Alberta, about an hour and a half from Edmonton. Since Ontario is the Westest (not a word, but it should be) I’ve ever been, everything is new and exciting and should be a grand adventure if nothing else.
My car is packed to the brim and I’m looking forward to exploring more of this beautiful country. One day down, three to go. Pant….
My life for the next three days. Nothing like an open road with a new beginning at the end.
Today I had the pleasure of uniting with my long lost little one, Empo. If she kept up with her blog I would link it, but she is more of a slacker in that department than I am (hint hint…)
Anyways, she traveled down to dear old Dundas to see me, and we had a nice little wander around some wondrous nature areas. Our first stop was Tews Falls, which is always a treat for the eyes. Everything had become so much greener since my last visit, full of life and crawling with people ready for hikes and family outings. From there were made our way to another beautiful area close by; Webster’s Falls.
To get to the bottom area of Webster’s you need to muster your courage, and bury your fear of heights and steep slick stone stairs. Of course it isn’t until you’ve explored the lower part to your hearts content that you realize…you need to ready your thighs for the workout of their life when you decide to climb back up those hundreds of stairs (which start to seem like thousands by the time you near the top).
After what will be my physical activity for the month, we plopped ourselves down under a giant willow tree residing there for a well deserved rest. Where we chatted and lounged and lay on the grass until we had to leave.
Today was a good day.
Everything around here is so lush and green now. It doesn’t seem too long ago the leaves were still budding and all around us was brown, recovering from winter. Nature has transformed overnight and is vibrantly alive with life; I love it!
