Book: Last Picture Show-Larry McMurty (as yet unread)
Film: The Reflecting Skin
Daily km: 611
Caffeine & sugar units: 7
Soundtrack: ABBA, Billie Holiday, Sarah Vaughan, Pink Floyd
The government of Alberta thanks you for your stay with two levies including a four percent Alberta Tourism fee. Thank-you very much. I will not miss rolling into a vast chasm every night and my comment card reflected my distress over the mattresses. It is difficult to do a province justice in four days. As stated earlier, this was merely a reconnaissance trip and I was looking forward to the quiet again. Vacations shouldn’t be dominated by traffic (nor by rain).
Steady drizzle along the route.
Drumheller-Dinosaur Country. Unfortunately not enough time to visit the Tyrell museum. Up at the lookout, the major attraction was a little burrowing prairie dog. Everyone had cameras at the ready as they thought it was a chipmunk.
Poked about on various abandoned farms.
Cereal. An old train stop; now museum. The railway tracks have long disappeared and the motels are closing one by one. Would like to see a walking trail established along the old tracks (and revitalization of the Mom & Pop motel).
Up Highway #16 through Kindersley which I only know about because of a Foodie Pen Pal exchange. I was on the lookout for the truffle shop, but, it was too late in the day. Kindersley is thriving hotel-wise. It must serve as a way station for travellers-one chain hotel after another.
Lots of abandoned farmyards; enjoyed the car which put me in mind of The Reflecting Skin. Vampires on the prairie or a car load of thugs with a taste for murder? Remember it primarily for the brilliant sunshine, wheat fields and the quiet.
As you travel along, the road takes on a yellow brick road quality-narrow and winding and in the distance what appears to be the Land of Oz. Turns out to be grain elevators; the grain trucks off loading late into the evening.
Gassed up in Rosetown; the last refuge before you hit the home stretch to Saskatoon. At the next pump, a young man tried to get the engine turned over. Suddenly we were back in Anarene of Last Picture Show fame; here the theatre had long since closed and there was nothing but a gas stop for miles. The truck looked like it might even have been Sonny’s vehicle.
Rolled into Saskatoon at 9PM. No wrong turns; hotel just a few minutes off the highway. At last, a king sized bed. I turned to the comfort of tinned soup and a little cable tv(not to mention a few leftover Lindt truffles).
Until next time. Exploring Saskatoon.