Toonie time

Due to some unfortunate early morning coincidence, we both woke up a couple of hours before the alarm went off yesterday, and then decided to get an early start, so left Hinton on a gorgeous sunny morning at 7am,

and promptly blew our advantage by lingering over a couple of poached eggs and some salty spuds at a caff in Evansburg.

Richard, our navigator, contemplates the jam selection.

The rest of the day was just drive drive drive.

Saw some deer, but they all stayed off the road.

Decided not to go shopping.

And we got to Saskatoon about 11 and a half hours after we started.

On the way, of course we saw some grain elevators. Here is a mother feeding its young.

In olden times, the young were the same boxy shape as their folks, with the same woody complexion, and grew up sporting the names of their towns or sometimes interesting bible quotations on their sides.



Nowadays the young take after their parents who are rounder and harder and less interesting, and who have sought corporate sponsorship (much like today's humans who prefer designer logos I suppose) so you can no longer see where you are from a friendly landmark.