Crispies go to Cowtown – Day Four

July 4                                                                                                         Brandon, Manitoba

Just kidding. Who would give up The Living Room (Lucas’ name for the Avalon) for a Harley?  We were off to Moose Jaw though, heading home, home, home on the range – for another nearly 1000 km day. And it was all range, a gently rolling sea of hills with no human habitation in sight – and often no other cars for long stretches. Casey was on cruise control and I’d pinch her from time to time to see if she was awake.

Driving? Am I the one driving?

where the deer and the antelope play...

 

 

 

About lunchtime we happened on Chaplin, Sask., a great salt lake and second only to the Utah one in size, in North America. There was a bird sanctuary there, alongside massive piles of salt being harvested. The piping plover, avocets, various other weird birdies that love the salt come through and breed.

salty saskatchewan

 We had lots of salt at our picnic table too: cheesies, Smartfood popcorn, leftover pizza, some salad for garnish.

completely vegetarian (tho not vegan) girly lunch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then it was back to CBC, cruise control, cowgirls on the range. The last stop was the Welcome to Alberta info booth for the map. Hot. Phone call to Jamie to update him on our progress and get directions to his digs. We watched a massive thunderstorm build up over the towers of downtown Calgary, which can be seen from 50 kilometres away. Quite a light show which fortunately passed by the time we reached their rush hour traffic.

yahoo! (never say yee haw in Alberta..)

Thunder Road

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C-c-Casey, beautiful casey, you’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore. When the m-m-moon shines, over the cowshed, I’ll be waitin at the k-k-k-kitchen door…