The Prairies

The hot sun, headwinds, and monotony of the prairies were entirely unenjoyable and made me not really want to write in my journal, or ride my bicycle, for that matter. I don't think I'd ride across them again. When exploring the outdoors, I enjoy mountains, rivers, lakes, and trees, none of which were present in the prairies.

Robin and I were still riding together, although I was generally lagging behind by 1-4 hours because I wanted to sleep in, ride slow, and be miserable by myself.

Regina was a nice, small city. It had a downtown area with a pedestrian street and a large park, and a lake to walk around. Robin and I got some nachos and beers at happy hour at a bar. I wish happy hour was legal in MAssachusetts.

I had the best poutine of the trip so far in Moose Jaw. I was pulled pork poutine with lots of pork, and the right amount of gravy, and real cheese curds, of course. (Some places serve fries with gravy and melted cheddar/mozza and call it poutine.)

On the way to Swift Current I acted miserably enough towards Robin that she wanted to leave by herself the next morning. I had texted her something like, "I'm not interested in riding near you today." I just wanted to be alone; I guess I got what I wanted.