From flat to flatter
Remove the hills, and the road is suddenly much easier. We left the flatlands of Manitoba behind, today. In exchange, we entered the flatlands of Saskatchewan. In other words, other than the changes in license plates around us, things remained much the same.
We’re making good time, given our decision to avoid restaurants where possible, and running without any significant pauses other than refueling. Our days aren’t long, in the bigger context; typically less than seven hours per afternoon. At this rate, we’ll reach the mountains before the weekend. A long weekend, apparently.
There are no more KOA sites in the short term, so we’re tethered in the rear of an industrial park, close by a doggy daycare. At least, that’s what the sign on the door says. We felt watched, by the inmates of the canine prison, and our dog is nervous. What do the humans have in mind?
What do we notice, out here in the heartland. Well, trucks. Small cars are a rare sight. And the stores we’ve visited (Canadian Tire and Sobeys) tend to stock stuff high. The aisles are canyon-like. To our surprise, we couldn’t get any bear spray in Brandon, but we could have shot any grizzly that threatened. There is a much larger selection of firearms on sale than at home.
And, there are trains. Long freight trains, rolling at high speed to wherever. I’m fascinated by the length. Also, the trucks are frequently rigged as A-trains or B-trains.
I saw my first “donkey engine” this afternoon, just before Virden. I didn’t know the oil fields stretched that far east. Must do some research, once we get some quality wifi (here, tonight, it is dismal.
