High in the sky

And also the mountains. Okay, so the mountains aren't that high, but they are very ducky. Full of the damn things. It was a bit like when you first start out on a game drive and just as you enter the gates you see a buck. You stop, and everyone clambers all over each other to see and you take a MILLION photos (on film, not even digital), and you feel like you really had an awesome amount of luck. Twenty minutes , and a two hundred thousand boring buck later and everyone is saying "if I ever see another buck in my life, it will be too soon". It was like that. Only ducks, not bucks. I guess it explains why its called "Duck Mountain".


But it was a pretty place. There was something written somewhere on a plaque or whatever, saying that its the southern most boreal forest in Saskatchewan and is much more like northern Saskatchewan than the south-central region where we actually are. Interesting hey? No! But again, it was pretty.

Real live beaver dam.

And there were some mozzies - LIKE MILLIONS!!!


Oh, and if anyone happens to know whats in a "brown-eyed susan" doughnut, let me know. I just couldnt. Was curious, but scared.

I know its kind of going back in time, but on Sunday (Duck mountain was Monday) we went flying. Baasie phoned me, and in his true talkative style, said:"Wanna go flying?".

So we did. And it was rad.
We flew in this:

Looked like this:
saw this (great spirit lake):

... and our place (next to the white building on the left. Thats the "city centre" at the top of the pic):

... and the Hospital. Across the road is the office Claire was in for the first two months or so.

It was great.

Back a little further in time, on Saturday, we found ourselves on the backs of some horses. Thats right, a real ranch weekend. Okay, just the horses bit. But the one horse got kinda weird and scared and stuff, so we came back. Riding inside a fence is one thing, but riding out in the open fields on a skittish, nervous horse is a whole other. It was still cool. I said "Whoa boy" a lot.

Oh - last thing. Congrats to us. 4 years now. We had a lovely day with picnics and Moet and flowers and presents and ... and love. Lots and lots. More today than ever. I'm a soppy kind of a guy (as you all know), and am getting soppier as times goes on. I blame (and thank) my Oupa. My gran I thank (blame, really) for the balding gene. Lets look at more photos.


That is all.