Being in Fort Qu’appelle has really lent appeal to the idea of living in the prairies. The town is nestled into a river valley but the flat prairie is very close. People are friendly. The two women in the tourist centre kept me there for for at least an hour chatting.
I headed to the museum which apparently is only open from May to Aug 31 so I went for a walk on the trans Canada trail. It runs along a marshy area adjacent to a lake. I saw some incredible, large birds flying over the water, not seagulls, way too big, not herons either. Could they be pelicans. I headed over a wet path toward the lake. Suddenly I was besieged by thousands (no exaggeration) of mosquitoes. I decided that the trip to the waters edge was not worth it. The bugs were so heavy on my arms and jeans that I could slap once and kill a handful. I am not too squeamish, but this was more than enough. Once I was back up on the main path they were manageable again. Annette says the birds probably were pelicans. I wish I had been able to get some pictures but the price was just too high.
Tonight I took Annette to the craziest little French Canadian Bistro. On the menu, maple beans, tortiere, beets, salmon in pastry, crepes just to mention a few. The woman who runs the place, probably the same woman who decorates with Christmas trees, lights, pink flamingos and a huge assortment of other curios, was really talkative and friendly. I learned more about the community in the 20 minutes that she talked to us, than I could have found anywhere else. She will stay in my mind as an ambassador of the town.The food was good too.
Well, tomorrow, Winnipeg, so off to bed. Talk soon.