We didn't actually stay here, but dropped in for the lookout point at Valley campsite. We let the entry staff know of our plan, so we didn't have to pay the entry fee. There are lots of campgrounds and hiking trails though for those who have more time. And for those staying the night, I've read the lookout point is a great spot for watching the...more
Well, it's not much of a park...fenced-off piece of lawn more like with a statue in front. But it has great historical significance (which unfortunately many locals seem to have forgotten seeing as nobody seemed to know where it was!). The statue commemorates the signing of Treaty 4 by Chiefs of the Cree, Saulteaux, and Assiniboine First Nations in...more
There were a couple of interesting abandoned homesteads on this little trip of about 2.5 hours in total. The first was this solitary house sitting alone in a field quite some distance from Highway 640, as I approached the Qu'Appelle River valley. The second group of buildings was along the side of Highway 727 after I had crossed the Qu'Appelle and...more
The last time I had seen the narrow Qu'Appelle River in its valley was two months previously in late-March, when it was still frozen with a solid sheet of ice across it (my 'Lumsden' page) - at least here it has all changed back to normal water with the Swallows in-flight everywhere! The view of the river in the 2nd photo was taken from Highway 640...more
As I crossed the Qu'Appelle River, I passed by this lonely old Texaco gasoline station with a horse grazing its front lawn. There was still a large white propane tank off to the left side and a single gasoline pump directly in front of the building, but there didn't seem to be much activity going on. Because of a legal spat with Pennzoil, in 1985...more
Until I took this little drive, I wasn't even aware that there was a string of lakes in Saskatchewan called the Fishing Lakes! My provincial may isn't very detailed, so it didn't specifically name the four wider bodies of water formed by the Qu'Appelle River as it flows through the valley - Pasqua, Echo, Mission and Katepwa Lakes. This is the first...more
Standard breakfast fare, good prices. Ordered poached eggs that arrived looking a little crispy, hmm...but it was all good. Staff was super-friendly and accomodating. Place was quite busy with a mix of locals and tourists. Good selection of breakfast items. They even made me a fresh pot of decaf.
With a population of just under 200,000 people, Regina is not all that large and its various suburbs end abruptly at the city limits - one minute you are in the city and the next minute it is rolling Prairie as far as you can see! As a result, when I took off on my impromptu trip, I only drove 10-15 km before I was enjoying the 'wilds'.
When I'm on an 'exploration' trip like this, I always veer off onto the secondary roads as soon as I get within striking distance of my objective so I can slow down and pay attention to the things around me rather than the traffic. This view was actually taken on Highway 727 running along the high ground of the north bank of the Qu'Appelle River and it was a very smooth and straight gravel road. The vehicle tracks have displaced most of the loose stones so the solid earth base prevented any dust cloud billowing out behind me as I drove along. Up ahead is one of the numerous swales and ponds that regularly pop up along roadways. The second photo shows a distant Northern Shoveler duck bobbing along in one of these ponds. Because they are not common in eastern Canada, it was the first one I had ever seen (my binoculars helped!). I also saw numerous Mallards and Blue-winged Teal ducks as well as two large Hawks that lifted off roadside power poles as I drove past earlier in the trip (before I ran out of power poles!).
Just across unpaved Highway 640 from where I had seen the Llama was an old pickup truck sitting in a field atop a hill with a sign saying "Truck boneyard 1/2 mile away" - with a sign pointing onto an even smaller road. Ever since my New Brunswick childhood days of experiencing machinery of one sort or another on either my uncle's farm at Magaguadavic Lake or at my grandfather's sawmill near St. Martins, old trucks and tractors have held a fascination for me.
Consequently I made the suggested short drive and entered the grounds of the 'boneyard', which turned out to contain thousands of decrepit old vehicles of all sorts. The box-truck here reminded me of a 1946 Chevrolet dump truck my grandfather had and the big old blue International-Harvester truck was typical of the workhorse trucks of those growing-up days. The owner of the site said they were heading out soon, so I didn't have enough time to really explore - but there were rows and rows of vehicles sitting in fields with bushes growing up around them. They also had old road-graders, busses, cars (one of which was completely filled with wheel hubcaps) and tractors everywhere.