Yukon Ho!

May 29, 2006: Foam Lake to Edmonton Alberta (or home in Halifax?)

June 7, 2006 on 8:43 pm | In Uncategorized |

Woke up, packed, rolled out in record time, and drove up the highway to the Triple T Family Restaurant where everyone out-aged us by at least five decades. The food was good but the waitress was the kind of child-hating witch-posing-as-spinster-school-marm you only find in kid’s books. She stood on my toe for a good 10 seconds while serving us coffee, looked me straight in the eye to apologize for it, and then continued to stand on my toe while she finished pouring coffee. Foam Lake is, by the way, the Best City IN The World.according to highway highway signs. Maybe someone should tell Triple T to raise the bar a bit cause they’ve clearly been letting things slip since those signs went up.
Next stop -Saskatoon.
On the way we stopped at a weigh station to figure out how much we’re hauling and the grand total was 2550kg. Fatties.
In Saskatoon we stopped at Tim Horton’s, then drove a couple hours to another Tim Horton’s in the Battlefords.
Best thing about that area was, as Sean said, that Jesus is alive and he lives next to Fabricland (see picture below).
We crossed into Alberta around 5pm and we thought they had the most piss-poor of all the provincial markers but you can judge for yourself.
About an hour from Edmonton we saw two moose running through a huge flat field looking prancey and hilarious so we pulled over and added a couple moose shots to our wildlife photo collection.
We also ran into handfuls of FOOL drivers ramming and bamming around the highway in Escalades and other ridiculous SUV-type vehicles. This, combined with the high redneck population, all the cows, the Jesus-freak signage and the guns & ammo stores, led Sean to the conclusion that Alberta is the Texas of Canada.
We made it to Edmonton around 8pm and made for the West Edmonton Mall so we could eat hit up their food court for something other than subs or bagels or Tim Horton’s fare (except Dave who got a sub again because all he eats are bagels and subs, bagels and subs, bagels, bagels, bagels. He says them make him feel like a king?). We looked around a bit, saw some live flamingos standing around in a glass box (weird), got blown away by the insanity of the Mall, then climbed back in the van and drove to Pembina River Provincial Park in Entwhistle. It was after 10pm when we pulled into the site and it was still daylight out so we set up easily and had the last of the beer in honour of Campbell’s last night on the tour.

Amy