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Going West - Toronto to
Dawson Creek
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The Saskatchewan border,
on June 14. |
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In the very far distance
is Moose "Mountain". Yes, here in the prairies this
is called a mountain!
I took a side trip up this road to see what the
view would be like from the top. Because the overall country
is so flat, you can see a very long way from the top of even such a
low "mountain".
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Oil wells are a common
sight in the western prairies. |
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Regina can be seen here in
the far distance, 18 miles away.
Some thundershowers can be seen in the distance.
When one hit me I took refuge from the rain in a
shed down a dirt lane. I didn't realize that the dirt on the
lane was actually clay. When the rain passed I tried to ride
the bike back to the highway. The sticky clay quickly filled
the small space between the tires and fenders of the moped, jamming the
wheels. I had to drag the moped to the highway and poke the
muck out with a stick. |
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Past Regina, the big open
prairie sky, after some more rain. I didn't hide in any more
sheds down dirt lanes, though!
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On the trip I camped just
about anywhere that I could be out of sight of the road. Here,
along a little-used railway.
Camping beside a railroad is ok, so long as a
train doesn't come along at night. One time when I camped in
such a place, a train did come along. I remember that I awoke
with a start, frantically feeling the ground through the tent floor
to make sure I wasn't camped right between the rails! Once I
woke up a bit more I knew I was ok, of course. |
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Beautiful prairie sunset
right by my self-made campsite. |
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