Tough sledding
They pushed their way to Kerrimuier, Alberta. Still driving on a real road they rested the night beside the local general store and oilfi eld supply. The following day after a good visit and tour of the area they headed north into Saskatchewan, the province of their birth. The first stop would be at Ministikwan Lake for a visit with their cousin. Last Wednesday, as they headed toward their destination,Randy looked over at John. She inquired as what he was doing. Somewhat puzzled and unsure of what he should know he simply said, “ what? ” Randy explained the curve sign said you could travel at a speed of 60 kilometres per hour and they were going 40 kilometres per hour. The horrendous washboard had reduced the ability to drive any faster causing John to cringe each time the motor home rolled over the mountainous ridge and into the cavernous wash, not to mention the dishes flying around in the top cupboards. Little did they know they entered into the Goat Trail Territory. A pretty famous stretch of so-called highway between Paradise Hill and Pierceland, with Ministikwan Lake being in the middle. Famous not only because it has taken a good many lives to date, but also because of its constant state of disrepair. John was just a couple of days early. By Friday, gravel had been sprinkled over the trail Saskatchewan style just in time for the MLA to travel on heading to the Pierceland grad. He stopped in on his way north and commented that the portion of road from Paradise Hill to Peck Lake was actually worse than the newly placed gravel. Which was fine to hear until we had a little shower by Monday - the Goat Trail was once again rendered near impassable. Today is Tuesday, John has been contemplating air lifting his motor home to safety avoiding the Goat Trail leading away from Ministikwan Lake. |
