The road from Moose Jaw to Regina is flat
prairie and the sky a flat blue. There were fewer trees, fewer wetlands and
fewer bugs on the windshield. The long straight road kept pulling my gas pedal down
until I had to turn on the cruise control.
My spirit is restless to be somewhere unfamiliar. It didn’t help that
when I drove into Regina I could have been back in Edmonton.
I had wanted to go to Depot, the RCMP
training station and with such a rich history it did not disappoint. The museum is in a beautiful new building. There were great displays, a movie and a tour
around the whole training site. There
was even a graduation ceremony on the parade grounds that we attended with the
families. It was really touching. When it was over I felt finished with Regina and
just wanted to be on the road again.
The Parade Grounds
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The Graduating Class |
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The Original Chapel |
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The Stained Glass |
Early Air Transport
The Newbies
Brandon
When I left it was mid afternoon and I
thought I could make it to Brandon in 3 hours but it was closer to 5. When I found the campground it was on the
highway, grubby and creepy. I was too
tired to keep going so headed for the Walmart I passed on the way through
town. I asked the lady at the service
desk if I could sleep in the parking lot.
She said ‘of course dear’ and I instantly loved her and Walmart. There were half a dozen other ‘campers’
already there. I went exploring and if
there wasn’t a large park and bird
sanctuary across the street. When I got
back it was quiet, felt peaceful and safe.
It was a perfect end to a long day. I should say besides the campground I was
impressed with Brandon, a bustling, pretty little town and was glad I had
discovered Walmart camping.
Winnipeg
When I cam out it was still hot. I rode over to St. Boniface to see the
Cathedral and Bobbie’s family memorial. It was impressive. Then I rode back and along the river to the
Forks and further up to the legislature and polar bear sculptures. The river was full of dragon boat racers
doing time trials and pleasure boats. So
many families and cyclists on the path it was just great. By the time I got back to the van rush hour
was long over and I drove easily up to Birds Hill Provincial park. Probably better than the city campgrounds but
I have yahoos partying nearby. The good
thing about the van is when I close the window I can hardly hear them.
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