We left Dickinson, ND and started toward Regina (ri JYN uh),
Saskatchewan. Right from gitgo the going was tough. We had pouring rain, strong
head winds, and the headache of massive truck traffic.
Western North Dakota is
experiencing an oil drilling boom as numerous shale oil fields are being
developed, drilling derricks and producing wells are everywhere. Of course, all
of this activity places huge demands on infrastructure and support services that
they were not designed for. Need a job? Move to western ND and make a fast buck
while suffering through the brutal winters.
Our trek northward was along a two
lane highway which was shared with tanker trucks, hay haulers, farm implements,
and general haulers of equipment whose function could not be surmised. On top
of everything, road construction was in full swing for the short summer and
there were several road widening projects where we had delays. Rain and wind
didn’t slow anything down.
Nasty skies of approaching storm |
All kinds of traffic |
We made it to Fortuna, ND where we presented ourselves for a
border crossing into Canada. We answered all of the agent’s detailed questions,
whereupon she took our passports and headed into an office with a computer
terminal.
When she emerged we expected that this old, innocent couple would be
waved through, but she surprised us and asked us to “pop the trunk.” After a 5
minute search of our rear end possessions, she cordially told us how to get to
where we already knew how to get to, and let us cross. We figured that some of
this is retaliatory procedures for what our border agents put the Canadians
through and wondered how much easier life would be if everyone were subjected
to profiling. We found southern SK to mirror the activities of western ND.
Shale oil field development was everywhere.
At the border |
We checked into our motel in Regina then headed out to a Wal-Mart
to pick up some cold drinks, car snacks, and roadside lunch items. Unlike
Louisiana, we found that Wal-Mart didn’t sell any beer, wine, or liquor. We
asked a nice lady about where to purchase these items and were directed to a
provincial liquor store. Sticker shock! Alcohol prices in Canada are
astronomical. After looking at all of the purchase options, we ended up getting
15 cans of beer for $25 and a “cheap” 1.75L. of vodka for $54.
At those prices
Capt. Larry figured you didn’t have to worry about a hangover! We filled the
car up with gas and had a devil of a time with our debit card before we finally
finished our purchase with a credit card. We hadn’t eaten in restaurants much,
because we were still adhering to our “Alaska bush plane low weight diets,” but
Jane wanted some Chinese food. We found a Chinese restaurant that was voted “Best
Chinese” in 2012 by Prairie Dog
magazine, but we found the food to be greasy, lack seasoning, and be a strange
offering of traditional Chinese dishes we have experienced in other
restaurants. We got back to our room and tallied up our purchases which totaled
$380 for our first day in Canada. And Alaska is supposed to be expensive?
That's about $5/gal. |
The next day, Friday, we headed north to Prince Albert in a
30 m.p.h. headwind that shook the car all over the two lane road. This part of
SK displayed massive wheat, oats, or barley fields, most of which were waiting
to be planted, and not much else.
We noticed that Canada had very few rest areas, very little litter on the roadside (probably too expensive with recycling requirements), and no dolllar menus at the fast food resturants. We stopped in Watson, SK which claims to be
the home of the original Santa Claus holiday. We found a post office and
decided to by some stamps to mail postcards to the granddaughters.
A book of
six stamps and 3 stamped postcards cost $13.50, so Americans shouldn’t bitch
about 5-day delivery! The granddaughters will have to bear with us.We left Watson and made our way to Melfort, SK, arriving
around lunch time. The wind was so
strong that we had to have lunch in the car, rather than set up at a roadside
picnic area. We arrived in Price Albert and checked into our motel. Jane did
laundry while Capt. Larry took the car out to get it washed, refueled, and pick
up a couple of grocery items. We exercised in the motel’s gym (too windy to
walk outside), had dinner and watched some movies before turning in.
Watson, SK grail elevator |
Watson Santa Claus statue |