We left a bit later than I thought. It was hard to decide where to pack things and then where to put them in the car. I’m sure it will take a few days before we achieve any efficiencies. We ended up taking a small cooler, the big one would take up too much room.
We cleared the border by 11 a.m. then pulled over to turn on the cell phone and program the navigation system. Love the navigation system on the Ford Edge. Much easier to program than the Mazda but she did leave us about 1/2 mile from our destination…good thing we could see the hotel! She also wanted to take us 4 km from our restaurant…when we were only a block away! Thank goodness I had a visual map in my head from looking up nearby restaurants on the laptop. I logged on here at the hotel without any problems…quit laughing…it was a first for me. Gotta love technology…now if only I could remember how to send a text message from my cell phone!
It was a nice day for driving, partially cloudy and the odd sprinkle. I forgot to bring the umbrella and rain slickers. Will have to put that on the shopping list. Brian drove the entire trip today and kindly stopped in weird places so I could snap some photos.
Being a “prairie girl” I am saddened by the loss of the prairie icon ..the “grain elevator.” Like the Canadian prairies, they aren’t used anymore, but here they have left them standing. We saw one in total disrepair, but most communities have painted over the logos but keep them in relatively good shape. This prairie girl laments the loss of our Canadian prairie icons and hope those remaining will be saved. The photo of the elevator was taken in Stanford Montana, a delightful little village/town with a clean charming Center Avenue.
We have driven through some very picturesque countryside with rolling hills, rock outcroppings, winding streams and more trees than the first leg of the drive. We drove by the community of Moccasin, and my guess they are known for their old neglected buildings which account for roughly 75% of the buildings in the town. I have included a photo of one.
Brian and I generally don’t talk much during our drives….that may end up a good thing, and it leaves lots of time to day dream and remember. My grandfather was my primary caregiver in my early years. He loved the Saskatchewan landscape and I inherited that love. The miles and miles of harvested golden fields reminds me when I was a young child and he would take me for a ride in the country. I’m afraid I am so old I remember seeing fields of “stooked” wheat. He instilled a love of the change of seasons and today I was reminded of the beauty of fall. The golden fields, the mix of green and yellow trees and the riot of colors in the landscape, mixed with the smell of fall. It was a good first day.