A little art in the Glenbow

Calgary’s Glenbow Museum in downtown Calgary had a small art gallery, but the paintings contained in the gallery were worth a look.

There was a David Thauberger exhibition, Road Trips and other Diversions, showing during my visit. The colourful paintings gave a sense of the prairies with mainly buildings set on a flat landscape.

Cypress Hills couldn’t cure my phobia

There were other places further north I could have ventured, but without realising it until I reached the Rockies, I was suffering from flat-phobia. Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park, shared by Saskatchewan and Alberta, didn’t cure it. While the forests, the hikes and the lookout were scenic, I hungered for higher mountains and taller trees.

Saskatoon

Driving north-west, I couldn’t forget I was in dead centre prairie country because the land stretched as flat as a table top.

Time to hit Saskatchewan’s big smoke

I drove north to Saskatchewan’s capital not expecting much after the country I’d passed through but Regina was a beautiful city. It was summer so the lush park that bordered one side of a lake, was an ideal hang out. The city was clean and yes, there were signs, so easy to find my way around.

A lone hill – Castle Butte

I stayed in a one street wonder of a prairie town where a wheat silo dominated the edge of the village. I wanted to be close to Castle Butte but this time I was a little more prepared for signless Saskatchewan.

Sand hills in the middle of Canada?

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.