When I woke up and cleaned up, Cathy and Chandra had gone off to work, but they left a note saying good luck for the trip to Alaska. I replied with a thank you note. (In the future, I'm going to try to send them some postcards.) Linda and Rob left just a few minutes before I did to go camping up north or east. Jean hung around to take care of the house. It's a real shame I didn't get the opportunity to take pictures of any of them. Then I went off to the laundrymat at the corner of 15th Avenue and Broad and spent the rest of the morning finishing my laundry.
With 56637 miles on the odometer, I headed north with a strong gust of wind from the east. So strong was the wind, that the birds could barely fly westward. I made a quick stop in the city of Moose Jaw to call my family and mail some postcards. Tonight, I had planned on camping out in Prince Albert Nartional Park.
I have decided to continue my long trip to Alaska. I've been to most of the states in Western United States, and I would like to visit that area when it's a little cooler.
Most of the day was spent driving to Prince Albert National Park just north of the city of Prince Albert. The Saskatchewan Accommodation, Resort, and Campground Guide which I picked up at the Regina Tourist Information site wrote that the park was open year round, which it was, except the campgrounds are closed for the season. So I spent the night parked along the lake across from some lodges in the town of Waskesiu Lake. It's a nice little resort town located inside the park off Highway 264.
Also, I almost ran the Rodeo off the road when I was trying to adjust some clothes in the backseat (trying to get the soggy clothes into the light of the sun). For a brief moment I actually thought I was going to flip over. Good thing there wasn't any rails or anything on the side of the road.
Other than that, the only interesting thing was when I stopped to get something to eat in the town of Cudworth off Highway 2 going north. When I entered the only restaurant "in" town (there was a restaurant at a gas stop along the highway), there was an Oriental woman behind the counter. That shocked me because this was northern Canada, and this was also a dinky little town. And on the tables were soy sause bottles, and in one corner by the register was a rice cooker. How unbelievable. I ordered an omealette and that easily filled me up. Stopped at the food store across the street to buy some chewey Chips Ahoy cookies and headed on out towards Price Albert.