After sleeping on an extraordinarily comfortable bed and eating a delish, but not extraordinary breakfast at the Dragonsnest B&B in Regina, SK, Sarah and I set out for our second day of travel toward the wintery land of Manitoba. Not too many miles down the road, we noted a sign that said Dyer Straits... apparently one of those hole-in-the-ground places in SK. Makes you wonder what story prompted the naming of that small place. Drove straight through, didn't stop for fear that we'd actually end up in dire straits. Called home and told her we were in Dyer Straits, and enjoyed the joke for thirty seconds before breaking down and telling her that we were safe, enjoying the drive, with no road bumps on the horizon. A few minutes later, I checked my rearview and noted that the trunk had popped open of its own accord. Dang! How long had that been? Stopped. Checked the contents - none appeared to be missing - closed the trunk and continued on our merry way, thankful to have evaded any dire circumstances. Next stop... Indian Head.
5 weeks ago
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