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 Carol and Dick Stewart are full-time RVers from California and have been on the road for over 7 years in a 40 foot Fortravel Unihome. You probably recognize ther names because we have included articles from them in our book, Movin' On. 
Oh Canada---The Wonderful Prairies 
part 3

There is sunshine here every day. Sometimes a shower or two as well, but the sunshine is always with us, and it is more than just warm rays from the sky.

First, there are lots of S's in these provinces like Saskatchewan, and Saskatoon, Swift Current, and The Pas, Souris; they get you singing. And then there are sunflowers everywhere of every size. And just when you think you have looked out on the prairie and know the colors, the sun shifts and the colors do too. Dazzling yellows and gold's, radiant greens, vibrant purples, even the round hay bales are of many colors of blond, bronze, copper, and last winter's brown.  But all the colors reflect the sun, and save it for another day. 

I have sought a pickerel dinner and found it--in a Greek restaurant in Saskatoon. Why the difficulty? All commercial fish must go through the Fish Board and then be sold. Lodge owners may not catch fish and then sell them, so we just had to put up with prime rib. HO!  Now trout is an easier number and we understand the old hotel at Maple Creek (where there is no syrup) is the home of the best trout ever as well as carrot borscht. We'll let you know. 

And the wild blueberries and the Saskatoon berries are in season as well as tabor corn and peaches 'n cream corn.  Don't the names just sound like good times and warm fun?  Well, they are, and they say sunny days too. 

Oh, the lakes are so blue and the Canada geese honk over head as they travel to their favorite brand of wheat for the day.  Yesterday a contingency started flying right for our windshield and as we waved them aside, they swooped up just in time.

Speaking of swooping, we've had the Canadian Air Force in our neighborhood for two days. They're called the Snowbirds, of course, and their planes are painted white with a great red Maple leaf. I guess the geese were just good training for us because the Snowbirds really swooped and spun and just plain showed off just above the campground. And when they spun in the air the sun glinted off the white and shone like daytime stars. Glorious. Then the red and white smoke trails started and what's this? Blue as well? They must have known a Yank was in town.  Such excitement!!!!

We met some folks, finally, in the campgrounds--one couple was attending their daughter's wedding. That was fun. But other new friends parked right next to us (we were rather out in a field with full prairie view) in the sister motor home to Beluga.  She was red and carried the advance directors of a true traveling summer circus. They play only very small towns, are a one night stand group, and have no exotic animals. And the couple that we met is from Texas. Truly we had a fine reunion. 

So we can't forget Saskatoon with it's farmer's market, Swan River with its busy back to school shoppers, Moose Jaw with the most elegant liquor store ever and delightful building murals, Winnipeg with The Forks and many French signs, and Flin Flon with no French Signs (in fact, as we come west now, we see little French and only hear it on TV) and Dauphin with its dashing Ukrainian dancers and excellent campground with lovely shade trees and flowers in the town. And not to forget Kyle with its Kozy Korner Kafe (sorry Dayton Downs but Kyle is allowed to have all the K's it wants in its little cafe where the wheat drivers, the elderly, the highway line painters, and the Swedish Custom Embroidery shop meet for lunch). We were the only ones not having the special, and the hamburger was to think about this winter. AND I was the only woman customer in the shop. What a hoot; all became quiet as we sat down.

Tomorrow we go to the agriculture experimental station to ask all our harvesting questions.  There's so much wheat here we saw them dumping it on the ground like great mounds of gravel in a sand yard.  And maybe we will visit a communal Hutterite group. But best of all Dick is looking forward to my hair cut!  He says I look too bushed for Kelowna. 

But first we are going to Cypress Hills and Maple Creek to look for early RCMP posts and homesteaders' stakes. One writer says his family lived in the winter in Montana and the summer in Saskatchewan. They didn't know they were crossing the powerful medicine line until years later. The border meant very little then. 

Yesterday I listened to the leaves blowing in the constant prairie wind; the one that makes me think of faraway places, and I heard dry leaves blowing, dry from many days in the sun. The sun is lower in the sky now with sunrises at 6:30 and sunsets at 7:45; we're losing it, and the shadows are long rather like fall shadows. The air smells of new pencils, books, and school clothes; I wouldn't say the morning air is crisp yet, just not burning like it was a month ago.  Cloud covers keep the heat down. Yes, the end of summer sales are on, and this time they mean it. Enjoy the corn and watermelon; raspberries and Saskatoon pie are quickly becoming memories again. 

Beluga has been a good horse, but like all good horses she smells the barn and looks forward to servicing at Spokane, WA.  We'll hold her back, though, we have more places to stop and search out; she'll just have to wait her turn.

So the sunshine provinces with its fields, fruits, fishes and friends have been good to us. We've hardly had a limp; grocery shopping has been a hoot. This country does not know the words "low fat." Well, winter is coming and they need all the calories they can find. We'll take their radiance and look forward to return to the prairies that aren't always flat, to the lakes with fish that can't be bought, to the towns with names that can't be pronounced (how about Assinaboia?), to the many hawks we've seen dive and get their catch as well as the loons that call in the sunset.  Oh, it's been sunny!!!!

So there we were in the smoke, done with author's home hunting, done with asking a million wheat questions and the wheat was all threshed and the straw baled.  Those cute calves were looking like they were going to the feed lots and the thirty Canada amps didn't have enough volts to run our heat strips, boondocking was a lot of generator, and we were starting to gripe just like the Canadians about GST and we get ours refunded, so we came across the border.  Just up and left them to the upcoming Quebec independence vote, the snow (which they "don't get much, we have mild winters, actually we live in the banana belt"--there are more bananas in Canada than I ever knew about). So we're in Spokane taking some rest (staying a WEEK) and then in for service and more go to the South.