Red Deer to Yorkton, Sk

Love is a drug. I must love riding the Glide down the highway because that's the only way I can explain the rush I had this morning. I was somewhere around Delburne when the drug kicked in (thanks Hunter) and it was an intense jolt of excitement. There was no need to let anyone know because they'd have just become suspicious...

The problem with riding the Great Plains is people expect the Rockies. Kinda like being in the jungle looking for cactus (cacti?). The prairies today were spectacular in their own way. The land was loaded with lush stalks of cereals, grasses, and grains as far as you could see, under a blue dome above. (The lushness is partly due to the recent weather in which they've had a lot of "moisture" with pools of standing water creating temporary homes for overjoyed ducks). Small towns everywhere are filled with folks who like to talk. There's a lot of small towns in Saskatchewan and gas stops are as much fun as you want them to be.

The great plains are pretty, yes they're pretty flat. A slight change in elevation is defined as a hill. Place two of these in relative proximity and you've got the makings of a town name like Two Hills. Yes there is a Three Hills but I've not yet discovered a Four Hills. I believe that the locals define 4 hills as a "range". Speaking of town names, the prairies' dynamic history is in evidence by some great town names like Outlook, Cut Knife, the Battlefords, and my personal favorite, Medicine Hat. There's not a more colourful name in our land than that one in my opinion.

Well, I've substituted the riding drug with the beverage variety and after a day-long fix of 1000 kms, and appropriately enough, some fermented grains, my head is feeling a little punchdrunk so that's my cue to sign off. Tomorrow, a visit to the geographic center of our nation and a visit with Rebecca and Brian.