While the end point was Regina I stopped for a night in Saskatoon to break up the drive Friday and to check out this city that I hear so much good about. Of course, couchsurfing helps to make the city. A friendly guy and his group of roommates (4 siblings) hosted me for the night. In less than 24 hours I met some great people, watched a live beat poetry performance and drank less than a 1/4 of a local beer. Woops. I thought I’d just wing it and have a been all nonchalantly. But it was awful and I felt like vomiting in my mouth with every sip. Right. I hate beer. The magoo-glasses poet was followed by a bearded man sitting on a milkcrate and crooning in his Jack Johson-esque voice to some unexpectedly grunge guitar stylings. (Google “These Hands” if interested). The next morning included a communist breakfast with very scrumptious eggs and a trip to the Saskatoon farmer’s market where I bought my very first Saskatoon berry pie.
The end of the road was Regina, home of another kind of Barry. And some cold weather. I thought Regina was south of Edmonton. Regardless we kept warm with a fire pit and roasted marshmallows, talked French grammar (they were very patient with me!) and sat around with uncle C on the guitar and sang songs I remember from my camp days. Basically a picture perfect cheese image of the perfect family holiday sans any football. There’s something to be said about watching Corner Gas in Saskatchewan as well – it lends some…context. I’m always searching for some Canadiana – other than maple syrup – to bring with me while couchsurfing and I think the first season of the Dog River gang may just be it.
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
Edited: The only photo I took the whole time. A life dream of mine to get sucked into the “vvoyd”. And a void it is. All the roads were closed for construction and we crawled through this gloomy town for over half an hour. This is usually a blink-and-you-miss-it variety.