8 August

On the road to Saskatchewan. Endless hours of canola and wheat fields dotted with the occasional oil well. It felt a lot like outback Australia. It was dry, hot, bushfire smoke filled the air and we drove for hours without seeing a soul.

At one point google maps sent us down a ‘main highway’ which was nothing but a gravel road. We started watching our fuel and water and whilst we were fine we thought it better to be safe. So noting the next town was Dorothy thought we’d pull in there for fuel and a drink.

Well this was poor old Dorothy – almost a ghost town…. This is the Dorothy BnB so lucky we weren’t counting on Dorothy for accommodation too!

A couple of bikies in the ‘park’ gave us tips on the nearest place to get fuel as they’d come from the other direction. Poor Ron, not having seen the fellow travellers and thinking we were all alone ( which they must have thought too) waltzed into the toilet to be confronted by a bikie with his pants down. His companions were under the tree laughing “We were saying, well Jack is about to have company… hahaha.” Neither Jack nor Ron thought it was that funny..(-:

One could see the effects of ‘big farm’ taking over little family farms with the occasional ‘ghost town’ of an old wooden farm. Some were still being used and were a mix of hundred year old barns and modern silos.

On a couple of occasions we saw these beautiful deer in the fields.

As Dorothy had proven there wasn’t much in the way of places to stay along the way so we put in a marathon effort to drive all the way to Waskesiu Lake ( well Ron did) for a rest.