With a few moments of internet time available, I thought I'd grab the chance to update the blog...especially since on our way through Moosejaw, cousin Katherine expressed a tiredness of looking at patriotic eggs. I don't blame her. I've gotten sloppy...I blame traveling.
Anyway, I am in
love with Saskatchewan. I suppose that given my passion for breadmaking, it shouldn't surprise me that I have such an affinity for the "breadbasket of Canada." But contrary to my expectation that Saskatchewan would be one giant, level wheat field, the varied terrain of this landscape makes me fairly certain that my love for this place goes beyond the bread link.
I feel like there's tonnes I want to post about--especially regarding the Pigott family reunion--and in this small window of opportunity there isn't time for all that, so I thought I'd share some footage of our post-reunion visit to Grasslands National Park (which goes almost right to the US border it turns out--we were only 31 km away where we were). It was my first time to visit a national park that didn't have trees (although there were the odd bushes and shrubs here and there) which made it very striking. I felt as if I had stepped into the dawn of the third day of creation, when the face of the earth had little more than grass covering it, making the lines of its hills and valleys so apparent.
The goal of Grasslands is to return that area to its native condition, ages before Canada was ever settled. They're doing this by reintroducing indigenous plant and animal species.
I have long wanted to see a buffalo in the wild, but I had heard that buffalo sightings here were hit or miss, and knowing how shy they are, I knew we might not get to see them. But with prayer and patience, contenting ourselves first with these adorable (and endangered) prairie dogs...
Guess who showed up in dogtown?
A lone, outcast bison. Apparently after the females give birth, they kick the males out of the herd, so I'm guessing that was our friend's story. Seeing him in the wild as close up as I got to was nothing short of incredible. They are such majestic creatures. I'm ashamed to admit though, that I was also reminded of how much I love bison meat. Not that I wanted to make sausages out of this guy or anything...he looked sad enough about his recent breakup, and nobody wants depressed sausage.
I feel like there's tonnes I want to post about--especially regarding the Pigott family reunion--and in this small window of opportunity there isn't time for all that, so I thought I'd share some footage of our post-reunion visit to Grasslands National Park (which goes almost right to the US border it turns out--we were only 31 km away where we were). It was my first time to visit a national park that didn't have trees (although there were the odd bushes and shrubs here and there) which made it very striking. I felt as if I had stepped into the dawn of the third day of creation, when the face of the earth had little more than grass covering it, making the lines of its hills and valleys so apparent.
