No matter how many layers of clothes I wear, stepping outside when it’s -20 or lower, doesn’t cut it for me; and I’m sure I’m not the only one to feel this way. Continue reading What do you do when it’s -30?
I flew north from Winnipeg over snow covered ground. We passed beside South Indian Lake as the sun set. Lights flickered near the Missi Falls before darkness set it.
I had to see this. On my last drive to Calgary, I thought I’d travel the extra kilometre or thousand into the next prairie province. If I thought Alberta’s roads hardly varied from straight and flat, I hadn’t hit Saskatchewan. My arms were locked in the same position on the steering wheel for hours it seemed until I searched for the Great Sand Hills. I discovered like those before and after, that Sasketchewan doesn’t seem to get that signs to its interesting sights need to be before a turn off, not on the turn off. Continue reading Sand hills in the middle of Canada?