With very little fanfare we crossed from Alberta to Saskatchewan today. When we came into Alberta there was a huge sign welcoming us to Wild Rose Country. It could be because we are not on a major road now, but this crossing was very understated.
The first indication we had entered a new province was a sign suggesting that Saskatchewan frowns on the use of cell phones while driving. It wasn’t until at least a kilometer further that a sign identifying the province appeared. “Saskatchewan Naturally” really isn’t a welcome as much as a statement of brand, but at least we knew where we were.
The landscape did not change very much. There were still hills, which was disappointing since this province is supposed to be flat. Talking to some young locals at the bakery in Kerrobert, we were told, with tongues in their cheeks, that the roads were planned to run through as many coulees as possible just to mess with the heads of folks from the east.
The little towns we have stopped at have a bit of an other world feel as well. The village of Luseland, boasting a food store and two restaurants, provided us with nothing more than a Gatorade because everything but the variety store is closed on Monday’s. Kerrobert has a bit of a Wild West feel with the camp ground and motel full of oil workers. J was the only woman, besides the server, in the restarant at supper time. The locals were pretty excited that the Main Street got paved a couple of years ago.
We’re two days out of Moose Jaw going across country through more rural Saskatchewan villages.