Saskatoon, SK – Maidstone, SK
Short ride today given rain and high winds blowing across the prairies — and the fact that there’s a campground here.
Look up prairie town in dictionary, and I’m sure you’ll find a reference that says something like, “See Maidstone.” It’s a dusty place (the dozen or so streets are mostly paved with dirt) with an RCMP outpost and two restaurants to choose from: Sue and Lou’s; or Cindy’s (I had dinner at Sue + Lou’s and brunch (ginormous omlettes!) the next day at Cindy’s; and can vouch for the great tasting food and excellent service in both).
Jonie Mitchell live here for a bit as a kid. There’s a railway museum. Ummm… that’s about it.
I’d be remiss is I didn’t comment on the campground. Carole, who maintains the facility keeps it impecable. In fact, the “campground” is a manicured park; and I felt badly about having to stick tent pegs into it. Carole is cool. When I tell her I’m on my way to Alaska, she’s unimpressed. “Alaska! Alaska!” she laughs. “Everyone who comes through here is going to Alaska. What is it with you guys? What’s up there?” I don’t know, Carole. But I’m going to find out.