The scenery was improving. The terrain trees were scattered here and there. Occasionally one of the hundreds of ponds and bogs might include a beaver lodge.
But, ahead loomed a massive cloud. Shaped like a tootsie roll but black and threatening, the cloud dominated the western horizon. It delivered.
I've ridden in colder temps. Ridden in heavier rain. Ridden in stiffer winds. But all 3 together were too much. A hundred or so miles from our destination, we bailed. We spent most of the afternoon in a motel in Vegreville, Alberta. I spelled it correctly, you decide how you want to pronounce it.
Tomorrow, we'll add the balance of today's miles.
Random thoughts:
In Minnesota, the bridge over the Whiteface River is but a few miles east of the bridge over the Paleface River.
The most interesting feature of our route across eastern Saskatchewan is the Quill Lakes wetlands. The series of shallow lakes are protected under the international Ramsor Treaty. The wetlands (it's a singular collective noun) is home to gazillions of water fowl and other winged critters.
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