Farming in Northern Alberta

For English scroll halfway down and you’ll find the pictures at the end.

German by Franziska

Farmleben in Nord Alberta:

Nun sind wir schon seit 2 1/2 Wochen bei Brad auf der Farm in Peace River und die Zeit vergeht wie im Fluge.

Das Farmleben ist sehr interessant und wir verleben eine schöne Zeit mit Ken, Judy, Curtis, Brad, Jessica and Florine. Unsere Unterkunft für die Zeit hier ist ein abgelegenes Gästehaus mit Blick auf den Peace River.
Jessica, die für die Pferde zuständig ist, hat mir alle 14 vorgestellt und mit Curtis fuhr ich einen alten “International 560 Traktor” auf das Feld der Bisons um sie mit Getreide und Heu zu versorgen – gewaltige Tiere, die wenn sie mit den Hörnern zusammenstoßen, um um den besten Futterplatz zu kämpfen, ganz schön furchteinflößend sein können ( es sind fast 100 Bisons auf der Weide ). Florine aus Frankreich lebt und arbeitet für 4 Monate auf der Farm. Sie absolviert zu Hause ein Landwirtschaftsstudium. Meistens helfe ich Brads Mutter bei allabendlichen Dinnervorbereitungen  ( für 7-9 Personen ) und beim Ausprobieren neuer Rezepte. Besonders gut kamen deutscher Apfelstrudel, Kartoffelpuffer und Pfannkuchentorte ( mit Bolognesesauce ) an. Neil hilft Brad beim Verladen und Transport der ca. 2000 Heuballen, die auf einem Feld, das 1 Fahrstunde entfernt liegt, verteilt sind. Außerdem reparierterte er das ein oder andere Teil auf der Farm ( z. B. defektes Autoschloss, Wasserhahn, Fernseher..).

Eine Bootsfahrt die ist lustig…:

Wir gingen auch auf große Kanu/Kajakfahrt auf dem Peace River, bei der auch Pete, ein Freund von Brad samt Hund Foxy von der Partie waren. Curtis brachte uns gegen Mittag mit dem Pickup Truck und den Booten zur Ablegestelle – was wir zu dem Zeitpunkt noch nicht wussten: die Fahrt würde 14 Stunden (ca.80 km) dauern – puuh!! Zelt ( wir wollten einmal entlang des Flusses übernachten ) Proviant etc. wurden verladen und los ging’s.. Es war eine  sehr friedliche Stimmung auf dem Fluss  und wir trafen während der gesamten Zeit nur ein einziges Jetboot auf dem Wasser. Man hört nur das Schreien der Wildgänse, Kraniche und immer mal wieder ein Platschen – wenn uns ein Biber entdeckt hatte. Foxy ließen wir manchmal an Land ein wenig laufen, während wir weiterpaddelten und sie scheuchte für uns einen Biber aus seinem Bau, der dann nah an unser Kanu heranschwamm und wir ein Foto schießen konnten. Bei Abendeinbruch bauten wir unsere Zelte auf einem netten Plätzchen auf, machten ein Lagerfeuer und brutzelten Würstchen am Stock über dem Lagerfeuer.
Am nächsten Tag ging es dann weiter und wir sahen einige Kojoten am Flussufer ( leider keinen Wolf, die hier auch öfter gesehen werden ). Immer wieder hofften wir einen Elch ( engl. Moose ) zu entdecken, doch wir bekamen nur weidende kKühe zu sehen.. Aber dann, als wir fast am Ziel unseres Ausfluges waren, sahen wir in der Ferne einen großen schwarzen Punkt am Ufer stehen ( “wieder nur Kühe” dachte ich mir ) und Pete der schon näher dran war, rief zu uns herüber: “MOOSE!!!”  Nach und nach sahen wir dann, dass es insgesamt 3 Elche waren: eine ganze Familie 🙂 was für ein Glück wir hatten! Wir genoßen den Anblick der Tiere, sie entdeckten uns erst viel später und trabten dann mit lautem Getrappel in den Wald zurück. Abends gegen 20:00 Uhr  kamen wir dann endlich an und fielen etwas später völlig erschöpft ins Bett.

English by Neil

It’s now near to three week  that we’ve been staying at Wine Glass Ranch in Northern Alberta. I don’t think either of us will ever forget the Albertan farming experience we’ve had here with Judy, Ken, Brad, Curtis, Jessica, and Florine. For me personally it was great to try out all of the various pieces of farm equipment that growing up in and around cities I’ve never had access to before or just having the freedom of acres of land around to go off road on using the motorbike or a quad bike. But the highlight of the three weeks so far has to have been our canoe trip down a section of the Peace River which took us two days  consisting of 14 hours of paddling down an 80km stretch of the river.

On the canoe trip we went with Brad, his friend Pete, and Pete’s dog Foxy. Two kayaks and a canoe were loaded on a trailer and Brad’s brother Curtis drove us one and half hours upstream to Dunvegan where we dropped in. Once we turned the first bend and the road was out of sight we didn’t see any signs of civilization again until we reached our destination the next day. There was a moderately fast moving current so we were able to take regular breaks from paddling and still keep moving. During the whole trip we had our eyes trained on the banks trying to catch a glimpse of bears or moose, up to now the only signs of moose either of us had seen on our 7000km trip through Canada were actual signs at the side of the roadway warning you to watch out for moose.

Unfortunately we didn’t see any that day either but we did see plenty of coyotes, geese, frogs, marauding insects and beavers. Stopping only for a coffee break we paddled for around 5 hours on the first day until it became time to search for a campsite. Spoiled for choice it didn’t take too long before we found one and proceeded to set up camp. The site itself was a dried up section of river bank which the river floods in the spring after the ice has thawed, there were plenty of animal footprints imprinted into the hard mud and an abundance of dried wood which we used  to build a fire with.

As the sun set a herd of cranes roughly 50 in total glided down in a long silent spiraling movement to land and rest for the night on the opposite river bank.  During the night I could hear all sorts of noises but it didn’t bother me, especially when I needed to go to the bathroom at three in the morning. I just started undoing the zips on the tent to get out when while opening the outer zip and my hand was sticking outside,  a wet nose pressed up against it and heavy breathing could be felt coming from it. For a split second the adrenaline pumped but then I remembered Pete’s dog Foxy was with us  and I emerged to her sitting in front of the tent and offering me the paw.

At around eight o’clock next morning everyone was awake and sitting around the fire warming up. It got pretty cold during the night and a cloud of fog hung over the river which didn’t fully burn away until near midday. By nine o ‘clock we were back on the river and paddling downstream. As the day progressed I became more and more aware of basically how I wasn’t really able for this amount of paddling, I was getting pretty tired and so too was Franziska. Pete and Brad were on the other hand well able for it. I thought about it and the last time I’d paddled in a canoe or kayak was over ten years ago and now probably due to a combination of wrong technique and not being fit enough I was beginning to pay the price. We swapped modes of transport with Pete and Brad to change up the movement we were doing, they took the canoe and we took the kayaks. It was a welcome relief for a couple of hours but I eventually switched back to the canoe.

We stopped for lunch and had a couple of coffee breaks during the day and soaked up the silence and the scenery. By five in the evening we were only about 45 minutes from home and the sun was starting to go down when suddenly we saw a cow on the river bank up ahead. As we approached for a closer look another cow four times larger than the first one also walked up to the waters edge. It was apparent when we saw the second one that what we were actually seeing were moose. Finally.. moose and a mother and calf in the wild at that. We tried to paddle silently towards the shore and then let the current take us by so as to not startle them. They began to return to the forest before we were in range to get a good look but the stopped and a male moose joined in and started heading down for a drink while the others waited. We were lucky to see a family all together in the wild like that neither Pete or Brad had ever seen a family of moose before and they’re Canadian. We drifted right past him around twenty metres from the shore carried by the current of the river trying not to make a sound. I’ll never forget the look on father moose’s face when he finely noticed us way way too late. If we were hunters they’d be dead and it looked like he knew it. He stared at us with open mouth and wide eyes, water was dripping from his mouth and his tongue was half sticking out like he was waiting to receive holy communion.  The whole family bolted into the woods, the male was so large that even after he had disappeared out of sight you could still hear and see small trees being knocked down by him as he bulldozed through the woods. After our moose encounter the batteries seemed recharged and before we knew it we had reached the end and were waiting to be picked up by Ken. It was a strange feeling to go back to the guest house that night and enjoy all of our modern luxuries including WiFi.

Alberta is definitely the Texas of Canada, it’s like an engine running off the oil fields in the north. Practically every business has a help wanted sign outside, the locals will tell you business is booming and they just can’t get enough people into the province to fill demand. It;s definitely very different to all of the other provinces we’ve visited so far.

Although it’s supposed to be the richest province, it has the worst roads. I was rarely overtaken on the motorbike by cars or other vehicles across the other provinces but here they overtake me far more often. Everybody seems to be in a rush, I’ve never really experienced anything like it. I can only relate it to the rushing around everywhere mentality you might find in a city like New York but this is the countryside. I heard from a local that this rushing around mentality doesn’t cross over into the action part of the task. People say they have no time and rush everywhere but then when it gets down to completing the actual task at hand they saunter and drag their feet. This was quite frustrating for this local as he had no time and really needed to get things done.

What can I say, Alberta has been a blast so far and it’s not over yet. In a couple of days we’ll begin heading south then west over the Rockies towards British Columbia and Vancouver.  Looking forward to hitting the road again.

 

Manatoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta

The same procedure as every post. German first, then English, and pictures at the end..

German by Franziska

 

Es liegen nach der Fahrt durch Manatoba und Saskatchewan nun schon 7000 km hinter uns und wir sind inzwischen in Peace River / Grimshaw in Alberta angekommen.

Nachdem wir Wawa hinter uns gelassen hatten, fuhren wir zu unserem nächsten Campingplatz im “Rainbow Falls Nationalpark”. Hier unternahmen wir eine Wanderung entlang des Wasserfalls. Wir sahen viele süße Streifenhörnchen, (chipmunks).
Am nächsten Tag trafen wir uns mit Dwana ( unserer nächsten Couchsurfing-Gastgeberin ) in Rossport. Sie fährt eine Harley und wir fuhren zusammen zu ihrem Haus in Thunder Bay. Auf dem Weg dorthin machten wir Halt und sie zeigte uns den “Ouimet Canyon”, der ca. 100 Meter tief ist. Leider war es ziemlich nebelig. In Thunder Bay angekommen, zeigte uns Sie die Gegend und die riesigen “Grain elevator” : Getreidespeicher am Hafen. Abends gab es Hot Dogs und selbstgebackenen Blaubeerkuchen – lecker!

In Winnipeg konnten wir bei Danielle und ihrem 3 Monate alten Sohn McKinley übernachten. Sie ist eine ehemalige Arbeitskollegin von einem Freund von Neil aus Irland. Ihr kleiner Neffe Tristan war ganz begeistert von unserem Motorrad und setzte immer wieder abwechselnd Meinen oder Neil’s Helm auf.

Als nächstes Ziel hatten wir einen Campingplatz in Lumsden ausgewählt. Auf dem Weg dorthin hielten wir bei einem Supermarkt in Regina, um ein Moskitospray für Neil zu besorgen, den die Mücken besonders lieben. Das mitgebrachte Spray aus Deutschland half nicht so gut. Als wir aus dem Supermarkt kamen, stand Ivan bei unserem Motorrad und erwartete uns schon. Er fährt selber eine BMW und wir erzählten von unserer Reise. Es stellte sich heraus, dass seine Frau Gladis und er in Lumdsen wohnten und wir wurden eingeladen in ihrem Garten zu campen. Gladis hatte einen wunderschönen Garten mit vielen unterschiedlichen Blumen und Gemüse. Abends saßen wir gemütlich zusammen und rösteten Marshmallos über einem Lagerfeuer.
Am nächsten Tag brachen wir gegen Mittag auf um Viktor, Ivans Bruder zu besuchen, der seit 20 Jahren an seinem eigenen “Skybolt Flugzeug” baut, das wir uns anschauen wollten. Er hatte auch eine eigene Start – und Landebahn und ein weiteres Flugzeug in einer Halle daneben, mit dem er Kunstflüge macht. Wir durften beide eine Runde mit ihm über Saskatchewan drehen – ich war vorher noch nie in so einem kleinen Flugzeug geflogen und es war super!!
Da es zu spät wurde, um noch nach einem Campingplatz zu suchen, konnten wir bei ihm übernachten.

Donnas Bruder Doug lebt in Macklin, einem kleinen Ort, der auf unserem Weg lag. Sie hatte für uns Kontakt aufgenommen und wir waren zu ihm
und seiner Frau Petra eingeladen worden. Da es wegen des “Labor Days” ein langes Wochenende war, lernten wir einen Großteil der Familie, die uns herzlich Willkommen hieß, kennen.
Macklin ist für das Spiel “Game of Bones oder Bunnock” bekannt, das wir nach einem leckeren Abendessen spielten. Es wurde von russischen Soldaten erfunden, die im Krieg viele Pferdeknochen hatten und war von Einwanderern nach Saskatchewan gebracht worden ( auf den Bildern sieht man, wie es gespielt wird ). Die Familie hat deutsche Vorfahren, lebt direkt an einem See und abends hörten wir beim Lagerfeier Kojoten heulen und sahen viele Sternschnuppen und sogar einige Nordlichter. Wir unterhielten uns auch mit der 88 jährigen Barbara, die in den 50er Jahren mit ihrem Mann von Köln nach Kanada eingewandert war.

Das Wetter hat sich inzwischen deutlich abgekühlt und manchmal haben wir nachts nur 5°C im Zelt – hoffentlich wird es schnell wieder wärmer!!

In Edmonton konnten wir bei Ivans Sohn Scott übernachten. Zusammen mit seiner Frau und ihm haben wir im Kino “Chefs” angeschaut.
Danach ging es weiter nach Barhead, wo wir Shawn und Penny mit ihren 3 Söhnen, die wir vor ein paar Tagen in einem “Tim Hortons” kennenlernten, besuchen wollten. Neil ging mit Shawn und den 3 Jungs “Dirtbiking” – oder Motocrossfahren und hatte dabei viel Spaß. Penny führte uns über das Grundstück mit dreistöckigem Baumhaus, eigener Eishockeybahn für den Winter und einer lustigen Hühnerbande ( die später zusammen mit Hund Dodge Maiskolben pickten ). Wir bekamen am nächten Tag auch eine Besichtigungstour durch das Chrysler Autohaus der Beiden.

Seit 3 Tagen sind wir jetzt in der Peace River Gegend auf einer Farm bei Brad, einem Freund, den wir aus Deutschland kennen. Hier leben Bisons, Black Angus Rinder, Pferde, Katzen und Hund Cooper. Außerdem werden einige große Getreidefelder bewirtschaftet. Ich bin auf einem der Felder das erste Mal Quad gefahre und wir haben am Wegesrand unseren ersten Bären, einen Elch und einige Kojoten ( die hier manchmal zu einer Pest werden ) gesehen. Neil fuhr einige der großen Maschinen und half bei der Heuballenproduktion mit. Als ich einmal allein auf dem Feld war, ( Neil war mit Brad unterwegs ) kam ein Pickup Truck mit Fahrer Billy vorbei – er hatte gerade einen Schwarzbären geschoßen, den er mir stolz präsentierte – die Jagdsaison hatte Anfang September begonnen und er wollte Bärenwurst machen..

Heute ist es ziemlich kühl und wir hatten sogar etwas Eisregen. Wir werden noch ein paar Tage hierbleiben und uns dann Richtung Nationalparks “Banff – und Jasper” aufmachen..

 

English by Neil

 

After three and half weeks of riding everyday we have finally arrived in northern Alberta eh.

We’ve covered about 7000km so far but we haven’t been pushing ourselves lately due to a sort of burn out point we reached back when we entered Saskatchewan. Up to then we had been riding four to five hours everyday and nerves were fraying. Since then we’ve cut down a lot on the riding time and it’s a good thing we did otherwise we would have ridden right by some great opportunities along the way. As you’ll find out…

Picking up from where we left off last time. After Wawa in Northern Ontario we continued to ride north west around lake Superior. The plan was to get to Thunder Bay where we had set up our next couchsurfing appointment with a lady named Dawna. She knew we were travelling east to west so suggested that we try to rendezvous at a town two hours east of Thunder Bay and ride in together. It worked out pretty well, we stayed in Rainbow Falls provincial park that night after leaving Wawa and the next morning met Dawna at her brothers place in Rossport. We all drank a coffee together and then set out towards Thunder Bay, along the way we stopped at Ouimet canyon for a look which was pretty impressive but a little bit fogged in. Two hours after leaving Rossport we arrived at Dwana’s place where we met her son Cameron and dog Jackie. Dawna gave us a tour of Thunder Bay in her car and we accompanied her on a grocery shopping trip. After a good feed we hit the sack and slept straight through till morning. Breakfast was greasy and sweet at a local breakfast diner themed on a Finnish sauna. We said our goodbyes to Dawna and hit the road headed for Dryden and then finally the boarder of Ontario!

The landscape between Thunder Bay and Dryden was typical of Ontario beyond Parry Sound. Mirror lakes with small islets with a couple of pine trees growing on them and there always seemed to be one pine tree that didn’t get the memo and instead of growing straight up grew at a fourty five degree angle out over the water. Add to these lakes, rolling forested hills and rocky outcrops and you’ve got our scenery for the previous seven days. It’s funny because at first we thought this is beautiful and after seven days we just wanted it to end. Bend after bend and hill after hill often in the rain, I couldn’t wait for this flat prairie promised land on the other side of the Ontario boarder.

On the trip to Dryden that day we almost ran out of fuel because the one and only gas station on the way had run out and only had diesel, luckily we made it on fumes. Due to being soaked we got a motel room to dry off. The most interesting thing about Dryden was a conversation I had with a truck driver who was staying in the same motel. I’d tell it but I’d be afraid in some way it might lead to his crazy ex wife finding him.

The sun rose to another grey and drizzly day and we set off for Kenora the last town in Ontario before the boarder with Manitoba. We took a beating from the wind and rain on the way but made it to the safety of a Tim Hortons a couple of hours later. While queuing up for a coffee and with our ears still ringing we were approached by an inquisitive family who had seen us pull up. After chatting for a short time it became clear that they live right on our route north of Edmonton. They were holidaying in Ontario with their three boys and waiting for the weather to change so they could fly home. Shawn, Penny and the three boys Reed, Jacob, and Reily invited us to stop by when we reached their area. We shared details and got back on the road.

 

At last we rode into Manitoba and the landscape changed to flat great plains, I set the throttle lock sat back and took it all in. After five minutes I’d taken it all in and spent the next two hours feeling like the guy in the movie Tron ridding his bike in a straight line over an endless grid. Just before we arrived at Winnepeg it was possible to see the curvature of the Earth from the road which was an impressive sight to see from a motorbike saddle. In Winnepeg we stayed with Danielle, who we were put in touch with through my friend Alan. She is canadian and they had worked together years ago when she lived in Dublin. She now has a young son and lives in Winnepeg so we were lucky enough once again to experience real canadian life. Danielle’s nephew Tristan is four and took a liking to the motorbike and our equipment, on the morning when we were leaving he borrowed my helmet and gloves and wore them on several missions upstairs somewhere.

Ever since we left Halifax people had been telling us that we would be through Manitoba and Saskatchewan in no time because they were so flat. They were absolutely right, at least for Manitoba. It was just a straight four to five hour drive from Winnepeg to the Saskatchawan boarder only slowing down for parts where the road was under repair. Manitoba received record rain fall in June and much of the road was damaged or washed away.

 

That night we stayed in Moosomin Saskatchewan and decided not to drive for so long the next day due to being a little burnt out. Good thing we did because the original plan was to head straight for Saskatoon but we decided instead to just drive two hours to Regina and camp there. The time flew by and before we knew it we were driving through Regina keeping our eyes open for campsite signs. We didn’t manage to see any so after popping out the other side of the city limits I decided to turn around and head for a Tim Hortons so that we could get a WiFi connection and search online for campsites, the usual procedure. We found a nice looking campsite in a small town called Lumsden about twenty minutes drive north west, finished our coffee and went for something to eat. When we came out of the burrito place I noticed one of those huge Walmart style shops on the other side of the road and remembered that I needed mosquito repellent so we headed over. After picking up mosquito repellent and a couple of other small things we were heading back to the bike which was parked in the car park. As I approached and open one of the boxes a man came over who I’d half noticed lurking over by the trolley bay. We started talking about motorbiking and we explained what we were doing on our trip. After a couple of minutes Ivan went over to his car and gave his wife Gladis the “it’s ok they’re not travelling murderers nod” and she came over too. I mentioned we were headed to Lumsden to a campsite there. It turned out that Ivan and Gladis also live in Lumsden around the corner from the campsite. So Ivan kindly put forward the invitation of camping in their back garden and he would cook dinner for us. An offer we were glad to take. We jumped on the bike and followed them to their home in Lumsden. Once we had set up the tent and settled in we chatted and I found out that they also have a son named Neil, but he lives in Cameroon with his Austrian wife and three children. We actually got to meet him over Skype video chat the next morning when he called. Dinner was wonderful and was followed by the Canadian tradition of lighting a fire and sitting around the fire pit drinking beers. Scott another one of their sons turned up with his friend Pete, they had a bit of a laugh at Pete because earlier that day he had referred to the split highway as a dual carriageway. None of the Canadians had heard that term before. One more addition Victor, Ivan’s brother turned up on his harley, he had just returned from a motorbike trip south into the States. It was interesting to hear about his experience as we would be going through some of the same areas. During the conversation I found out that Victor is building his own aircraft in his garage and that we could have a look at it the next day if we wanted. Scott is the same age as I am and lives in Edmonton so he offered a bed for when when we eventually got there. These are cool people and we would have never met if that perfect combination of Tim Hortons, the Burrito place, and remembering to buy mosquito repellent hadn’t happened.

 

Next morning after skyping with Africa we set off for Victor’s place which was only ten minutes down the road. We were introduced to Victor’s wife Breese and then got to check out his home build aircraft project which he is building from the blueprints so all pieces are made by hand. Victor is an aerobatics fan and it turned out that he has his own grass strip runway and aircraft (a Citabria) just down the road. So we went to check that out too. Once there he asked if we would like to go up for a ride, Franziska went first. She was pretty excited as she had never flown in a small aircraft. We wore parachutes which was also a first for for both of us. When Franziska landed I went up, it was interesting to see that Saskatchawan isn’t really as flat as everyone says it is and towards the end of the flight Victor pulled some lazy eights and rolled the aircraft. During the roll we pulled 2.75G. My first venture into aerobatics and I loved it. When we landed we realised that we weren’t the only ones flying, time had caught up with us. It was 1800 and we were still three hours from Saskatoon. Luckily Victor offered the spare room at his place and we all went to Red Lobster in Regina that evening for food.
Next day we headed for Saskatoon. We had a campsite in mind which had been recommended to us by Ivan but when we got there it was booked out so we ended up in their overflow which is just a field next door with no facilities. We only had to pay 16 dollars so we weren’t too bothered. We took a stroll around Saskatoon and found a nice place to eat. There was a fireworks display that night which we ended up not attending because we were tired and had just seen one about a week previous in Niagra.
We headed for the Alberta boarder the next day where we would stop at a small town called Macklin. Earlier in the trip we had met Donna and Floyd and they had put us in contact with Donna’s brother Doug who lives in Macklin with his family. Once we arrived in Macklin Doug came to pick us up at the petrol station in his pick up truck and we followed him back to the house. Once again we were blown away by super friendly Canadian ultra-hospitality. Doug introduced us to his family, wife Petra, daughter Michaela, and son Tobias. Yep all kinda German names, for good reason. Petra’s parents moved from Köln to Canada and her mother still lived in the house next door. Later we got to talk with her in German, she was quite happy to speak with Franziska as it was a total surprise to meet a fellow Deutsche that day.

 

We ate dinner together with the rest of the crew, Ingrid and Nikki Petra’s sisters, Tobias, his wife Jessica, their daughter and Ingrid’s daughter Katelyn with her fiancé Greg. After dinner we played a game called bones. It’s unique to Macklin, two teams face each other and line up a row of horse ankle bones with a blue coloured bone flanking at each end. The idea is each player has two red coloured ankle bones and has to throw them at the opposing teams line knocking the blue guards down first and then you’re allowed to hit the rest of them. Apparently the game was invented by some russian soldiers who were looking for a way to pass time and had an abundance of horse ankle bones left over from the battle field. If I remember right there is a championship held every year in Macklin, there is even a giant sculptor of a horse ankle bone at the entrance to town. Later we sat around the fire pit and we saw some northern lights for the first time. Before we left the next day we had coffee with Ingrid and she gave us some of her tips for riding in BC and the USA.

 

Next stop Edmonton. We stayed with Scott who met in Lumsden and his wife Havala.  Although Edmonton is supposed to have the largest mall in the world we didn’t bother going to see it. Instead we went to the cinema with Scott and Havala and the next day I helped Scott change the brakes on his VW Golf. After lunch we set off for Barrhead where we would meet up with Penny and Shawn and their three boys who we had met in Kenora Ontario. They have a really nice house off the beaten track and the boys are into dirt biking for which they have the perfect environment there. After an amazing dinner cooked up by Penny I was invited to go dirt biking, luckily I was able to use Shawns bike and leave my 200kg tank in the garage. While the others were getting ready Jacob lead me on a quick tour down to the river bed, as I followed him it became clear to me that these guys were experts compared to me I’d never dirt biked off road properly before. We rode back to the house to meet the others and after quick photo call we were off through the bush and up and down muddy hills. I fell a couple of times but nothing high speed I just got bogged down in some mud or sand every now and then and dirtied up Shawn’s bike, sorry about that Shawn:-) . This ride was definitely a highlight of the trip for me so far. Shawn works at the family business in Barrhead which is the local Chrysler dealership so we were able to have a tour before we left the next day. One thing that was cool was that they collect the oil from vehicles that they do oil changes on and burn it during the winter to heat the premises. Hopefully we’ll get to drop in again when we’re heading back down south in a few weeks.

 

After Barrhead we broke our long driving rule and pushed north towards Peace River. Ever since we left Halifax this has been our interim destination before heading south. My friend Brad lives in this area where the family farm is. They have Bison, cows, horses and various different crops. We arrived at the grass farm about five days ago right on Brad’s girlfriend Roxanne’s birthday and since then we have been helping out where we can. In the past seven days I’ve done a role in an aircraft, dirt biked through the bust and driven a tractor harrowing and baling timothy grass. Not bad for a weeks riding.