Category: Western Provinces

British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba

Day 34: Into the Wild (Prawda – Kenora, ON)

June 11, 2014

I completed another province and entered the behemoth that is norther Ontario. It could easily swallow a couple of other provinces, especially those in the maritimes, and still have room for dessert…maybe making eyes at a few New England states. I’ve mentally begun breaking up the next few weeks into more manageable destinations I want to reach. The next node is Thunder Bay. Getting to Kenora was my motivation for today as I recalled it being a lovely vacation town nestled among the lakes. Little things keep you going. On the way I most certainly entered the Canadian Shield as the hills and lakes now come thick and fierce. As for the inukshuks, no photo worthy ones yet but I promise some in the near future.

Starting to levitate at the excitement of making it to Ontario. Notice my marking at the bottom of the post :)
Starting to levitate at the excitement of making it to Ontario. Notice my marking at the bottom of the post 🙂

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Day 33: Back in the Saddle (Winnipeg – Prawda)

June 11, 2014

After a week’s break, getting back in the saddle requires some determination particularly when the road ahead lacks in the excitement department. I am heading into the Canadian Shield, which many people find very beautiful so I assume exciting, but I confess my ambivalence. I used to take the bus from southwestern Ontario to university which ran along the route I’m cycling now. I recall scenic sections around Lake Superior but the towns are so far apart and the Shield goes on and on. It will probably take me a couple of weeks to traverse.

Conversing with Nellie McClung and the other women who fought to make Manitoba the first province where women had the right to vote.
Conversing with Nellie McClung and the other women who fought to make Manitoba the first province where women had the right to vote.

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Day 28 – 32: Ode to Winnipeg

June 6-10, 2014

Holding hands with Ghandi at The Forks in Winnipeg
Holding hands with Ghandi at The Forks in Winnipeg

The second morning of my Winnipeg break I found myself humming the tune to The Finches’ “Goettingen, Du”. The lyrics a little jumbled in my head, it was as if my subconscience was seeking for a way to express the feeling of returning to a place of significance in my history, sort of a sympathetic vibration. The song touches on the longing for returning home, which applies to some extent, but it’s the reference to returning to a place from the past in the first stanza that got me humming. Read more

Day 27: Resting in Winnipeg

June 5, 2014

It has been about half a dozen years since my university days in Winnipeg but how quickly the memories return. Places forgotten or just covered over by the rest of life evoke people and events as if from yesterday though in an alternate universe. The relationship to our own recollections is a queer one. They feel so immediate but the me remembering is so much more, less, different…maybe another altogether. Read more

Day 26: Peopled Prairies (Treherne – Winnipeg)

June 4, 2014

As I push further east, the French influences and settlements are becoming more apparent with names like Notre-Dame-de-Lourdes, Portage La Prairie, or St Claude. Officially Canada is bilingual but the frequency of bilingual signs noticeably increased the last few days. French Catholic and later French Métis communities were very important to what became the province of Manitoba. Louis Riel, rebel, politician, and founder of the province, being the most obvious example. The noticeably change in signage wasn’t in official road signs alone but local advertising and information. Coming into St Claude the sign for a dairy museum especially intrigued me. As in many other cases, it opens later in the season. My compensation for turning off the highway was another town statue attempting to encapsulate the local history. St Claude harkens back to a town of the same name in France known for producing tobacco pipes. A web search suggests the original St Claude has their own pipe statue, maybe more appropriately so. There was no indication St Claude, MB ever followed in the profession of its namesake. I didn’t have a chance to talk to any locals so not sure how bilingual the people were; the bilingual signage on everything from schools to stop signs could have been either an indictment or reflection of local culture.

ceci une pipe
ceci est une pipe

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Day 25: Living Skies, Living Prairies (Souris – Treherne)

June 3, 2014

On my first encounter with the prairies, it seemed a despondent and lonely place as far as I could tell. With so much space and apparent emptiness between everything, I could only imagine everyone longingly looking towards the city for comfort, connection, and belonging. I came to the prairies for university and so my first time on my own. A good deal of my perceptions were most definitely good old transference. Nevertheless, I required a few years to appreciate the beauty and vitality where I thought none could exist. No longer did it seem self evident or even likely that people in the prairies would feel any yearning for the city.

Sometimes human attempts to deal with the elements are quite striking like this tree-lined driveway
Sometimes human attempts to deal with the elements are quite striking like this tree-lined driveway

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Day 23: Misery (Weyburn – Carlyle)

June 1, 2014

Usually I write about the interesting places I encountered or the lovely lanscapes I’m rolling through. As a whole my portrayal has been fairly upbeat, which isn’t simply presentation but reflects my experiences. Of course challenging days invariably come but challenging is different than miserable. Miserable describes today fully. If I were to say it was a day requiring exceptional pedaling technique, I think you would get my drift. (Hint: wind, wind, inexhaustible wind!) That little gift of the prairies compounded with chilly, overcast, and wet conditions left very little to get excited by. Unfortunately, the scenery was no more inspiring as I travelled through oil fields all day and ever so slowly. I’m not sure if it’s simply the association of oil with the derogation of the environment but oil fields are depressing. What a change from the wheat fields of yesterday. The road starts to become unending and the little towns so far apart and the wind is all you can think about. But battle I did and persevered.

Oil jacks and small refinery(?)
Oil jacks and small refinery(?)

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Day 22: Cycling the Straight Circle (Moose Jaw – Weyburn)

May 31, 2014

I now understand why the grain elevator is so indelibly imprinted on the psyche of the prairies. Most obviously is the economic importance it played in agricultural communities and wheat farmers but they are more than places to store grain. Grain elevators dominate the landscape and tower over the towns. The businesses and watering holes sprang up across the street from them. I can only imagine the rich life that conspired in their shadows-the exhilaration and despair of rising and falling wheat prices, gossip shared about so-and-so’s latest scandal, world affairs discussed and solved, and surely more than a few furtive romances.

Rouleau aka Dog River
Rouleau aka Dog River

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Day 21: Lest We Forget (Chaplin – Moose Jaw)

May 31, 2014

Cycling across the country assumes some unity or meaningful connection exists between the many and varied places I come across. And as we come to July 1 in a month’s time, there will be great celebration of this land we call Canada. While I don’t want to deny the many worthy celebrations, I’m also trying to leave myself open to seeing the wounds across which we are stitched together. Today I visited the tunnels of Moose Jaw. It was one of those days you feel ashamed about the atrocities and discriminations of the past not with judgement, thought we cannot excuse our past, but with a realization for how easily our prejudices can be visited on the ‘other’ and the cost of that power. The legacy of Mennonite settlers from yesterday and the treatment of Chinese immigrants today created a sharp contrast highlighting the irrationality and devastation of prejudice against one people for their racial, ethnic, or cultural origins while another is welcomed and supported. Mennonites were welcomed farmers praised for their industry; Chinese immigrants were despised and every effort was made to make them disappear despite their hard work and sacrifices.

This place is not flat but certainly open
This place is not flat but certainly open

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