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Hurdles

Hurdles

May 9, 2022
 
It doesn’t look like much, but getting over the Bow Summit was the last big uphill push in the Rockies. This sign says it all. Done and delivered, it was literally all downhill from here.

The long days of pulling Karta down the highway over for at least the next 3 months, my drifted into what was to a completely different phase of the trip. I simply could not believe I was less than 24 hours away from Saskatchewan River Crossing and the North Saskatchewan River.

It felt a homecoming of sorts. I had imagined and read about this place.  The crossroads of cultures and people. A place almost entirely unchanged ringing with the echoing footsteps of generation upon generation of indigenous peoples and Canada’s greatest cartographers and explorers.

Downhill now I put my head down and pulled on Karta’s harness with a new found energy and enthusiasm.

Tomorrow would be a good day. Tomorrow I will make the North Saskatchewan River. Not quite all downhill from here to New  Brunswick,  but it sure felt like it.