Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Day 23 – Distance: 154.79 km
Kindersley to Outlook, SK
I woke up feeling weepy, and not very sociable, because this was the closing day for the sale of the family farm. I felt so far away, and felt again the passing of an era. Monique encouraged me to reach family members by phone; I tried brother Rick, as it was also his birthday, but unfortunately I had forgotten to take along his new work number (I later called his answering machine at home). I did chat with niece Sarah, and sister Joan later and felt much better. I also talked to Mom and Dad who assured me they were happy with their decision, and I realized that home will be wherever they are.
Winds today were much less favourable than yesterday, although they were not directly in my face. As I said to mom, they were coming from the south, and I was heading east. I left about 8:15, and pulled into the campground in Outlook about 5:30 p.m. The others had opted to stop biking quite a bit earlier, and had set up the tents and checked out Canada’s longest suspension bridge (an old railroad trestle). I was too tired for that, but did get to the phones and called lots of people – thank goodness for calling cards! After some canned ravioli (enough of that, already), we went to bed, with the idea that we would sleep in somewhat, and possibly take a shorter route than originally planned tomorrow, if the road conditions permitted. By the way, I didn’t mention some of the roads today were terrible – gravel patches which my Carpe Momentum (the name of my bike) and I certainly did NOT appreciate. Other parts were great, though. We chatted with a retired SK farmer, who told terrible jokes, and said the shoulders were the fault of the different governments – the NDP put in good ones, but when they were replaced by the Conservatives, the plans were set aside. He also told us the field of beautiful blue were flax – I hadn’t been able to identify that. Some farm girl, hey?
Kindersley to Outlook, SK
I woke up feeling weepy, and not very sociable, because this was the closing day for the sale of the family farm. I felt so far away, and felt again the passing of an era. Monique encouraged me to reach family members by phone; I tried brother Rick, as it was also his birthday, but unfortunately I had forgotten to take along his new work number (I later called his answering machine at home). I did chat with niece Sarah, and sister Joan later and felt much better. I also talked to Mom and Dad who assured me they were happy with their decision, and I realized that home will be wherever they are.
Winds today were much less favourable than yesterday, although they were not directly in my face. As I said to mom, they were coming from the south, and I was heading east. I left about 8:15, and pulled into the campground in Outlook about 5:30 p.m. The others had opted to stop biking quite a bit earlier, and had set up the tents and checked out Canada’s longest suspension bridge (an old railroad trestle). I was too tired for that, but did get to the phones and called lots of people – thank goodness for calling cards! After some canned ravioli (enough of that, already), we went to bed, with the idea that we would sleep in somewhat, and possibly take a shorter route than originally planned tomorrow, if the road conditions permitted. By the way, I didn’t mention some of the roads today were terrible – gravel patches which my Carpe Momentum (the name of my bike) and I certainly did NOT appreciate. Other parts were great, though. We chatted with a retired SK farmer, who told terrible jokes, and said the shoulders were the fault of the different governments – the NDP put in good ones, but when they were replaced by the Conservatives, the plans were set aside. He also told us the field of beautiful blue were flax – I hadn’t been able to identify that. Some farm girl, hey?
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