Who's a Dirty Albertan?

Trip Start Jul 29, 2010
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Trip End Aug 17, 2010


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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Oh bother. Rain. Our 10 hour drive to Dinosaur Fossil Provincial Park begins with wet whispers… I don't even know what that means….. Was I trying to write wipers?  Anyway, The Peg was great; Gabe showed us a sweet time.  Also we were able to trade some of our Corona’s for some local Half-Pint Brewery beer!

Brenda drove first and it was smooth sailing for the first few hours until, gasp, her gas light came on.  We weren’t really paying attention to it and when we check the GPS for the closest fuel station it listed one at 70 miles away.  Uh oh. . . If we run out of a gas in the Saskatchewan prairie. . .  Immediate measures had to be taken!  We slowed down to 55 mph, turned off the AC, and prayed to the road trip gods….  As the line dipped below the red into the blanks spot where no gas gauge should ever go the tension tightened… But fortunately the gods listened and a broke-ass old school station appeared around the bend.  Phew.

Test of the drive was great until about an hour from camp.  The horizon sky kept getting blacker.  To make matters worse, we had to turn off and drive on gravel road for 20 miles in order to get to camp.  As the clouds approached it became a race to get to camp, set up, and have dinner before the rain hit.  I tried to post a video depicting our fear but I failed. Oh well, I'll show some of you when I get back.

Biting our nails we approached the Dinosaur Provincial Park campsite.  Holy crap!  There are acres of eroded land forming small canyons.  That’s why they call this area the Canadian badlands.  Brenda and I had no idea this was going to be here.  It actually even looks like the badlands in South Dakota.  Unfortunately, no prairie dogs.  Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any wildlife yet.  Grrrrr, that better change.

Finally at camp we were able to take care of the tent and cook a nice pasta dinner with a salad.  We ate and enjoyed a beer while we evaded mosquito attacks.  Actually, attack isn’t the right word.  They were more like blitzkriegs.  Yes.  Lightening Wars of mosquitoes.  WTF.  They’re vicious.  So we cleaned up and headed to bed, excited for our entering of the Rockies tomorrow.

Scariest Moment: Giant Thunderstorm of Doom

Saskatchewan Wildlife: Mosquitoes of Doom
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Serena on

aww, you love alberta.
and see?? the ´squitoes?? riiight??

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