Sunday, 6 September 2015

100 Words to Rushing River

More rain, prairie, lake and river than rush, I took 8 1/2 hours for 800+ km. Jays-Orioles and Angela Hewitt playing Bach took care of most of it, Mexicali Rip-Ls the messiest part. For the first time I drove east of the longitudinal centre of Canada (on the straightaway east of Winnipeg). I bypassed Winnipeg, bypassed Kenora, but hit the heart of Portage la Prairie (a city my dad pronounced as if French), looking for a Shell where I could use my coupon (pronounced coup-ON). Packing Crown Royale, I'm trying it out now, campsite 115, with my squirrelfriend, Saucy.

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