Saskatchewan is ridiculously beautiful even on the rainiest of days.
I am heart-broken that torrential rain is falling – and scheduled to keep doing so – for the three days we’re meant to camp in Grasslands National Park. I have saved some of the best for last, a coveted new stop before we make the final push home to Ottawa after a summer on the road.
I make the mental calculation and already know the outcome: Four kids, two adults, two potentially drenched tents and a wet camera, a fully-loaded van with four inches (max) of clearance and zero off-road capability. Sigh. We will have to keep this part of Saskatchewan for another day. Thank goodness we had time in the Great Sand Hills and Manitou Beach and some excellent back-of-beyond wandering on the way through, as well as the memories of a previous trip that included the Cypress Hills, Qu’Appelle Valley, and the tunnels at Moose Jaw. Never enough time to do everything on my list.
I relinquish driving duties to Husband and crawl up into the passenger seat to sulk. But how can I sulk when I see THIS through the rain-streaked window glass?
