This summer we decided that since we were already one Province over, lets continue on and hit another Province. This was a road trip like no other. Three provinces later, a whole lotta road, a whole lotta road kill, killer freaking mosquitoes and some great laughs - we survived the trip - almost.
After we left Tournament Town we headed out in search of greener, stranger named pastures (pastures is actually a funny play on words!) During the long, long drives we communicated between vehicles with our friends and tour guides who used to live in the yet uncharted Province. Below is some of the communication between our vehicles (we may or may not have been getting a little punchy after watching miles and miles of flat land go by).
This is how some of the bbm communication went. The "squirrel" talk? Obviously the drivers.
Bbm: Was that a buffalo?
Bbm: Yes it was cool eh?
Bbm: Totally. Wait, holy shit was that a tree?
Squrrel: Why won't anyone pass this rv?
Bbm: We stopping to pee soon?
Bbm: There is a stop soon I think.
Bbm: Sweet, there a Timmy's?
Sq: We should be doing 140 on this road. What is that guy doing?
Bbm: No Timmys here.
Bbm: Your effin lying right?
Bbm: Nope. No Timmy's.
Bbm: What the hell is wrong with your people? Frick, turn this truck around!
Bbm: I am sure you will live.
Sq: If that guy in the blue truck won't pass, no one can pass!
Bbm: Where are the malls? Or the corners?
Bbm: Deer!
Sq: Why can't that guy pass?
Bbm: Don't try to distract me from the obvious lack of coffee. Deer. Seriously.
Bbm: Where are the passing lanes?
Bbm: Wrong province.
Bbm: What? Why don't your people have/want passing lanes?
Bbm: To much road. Have you noticed you can't see to the end of the road yet?
Bbm: I need a drink.
Bbm: Me to.
Bbm: When is the next stop? Town? Anything?
Bbm: Probably in a few hours.
Bbm: Ah crap.
We landed in Outlook and spent two days eating and visiting new relatives. Then on to Elbow and spent almost every minute either laughing, eating or drinking with more new relatives and a wild batch of crazy dogs. Off to Saskatoon where we got a great tour of the city and our friends hometown. I learned a valuable lesson about allergy medicine. Oh. Yes. I. Did. Then off to Edmonton. Waterslides baby!
Next summer I call Ankle or maybe Knee? Boo ya!
