home on the range

There is something to folk songs:

Home home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play . . .

Seriously, how many of us took for fact that home on the range meant our prairies and our deer and antelope??

I think my favourite story about the journey home from Winnipeg is me mooning the antelope. I wish it were as simple as saying that it’s not quite what it sounds like, but alas, it happened, even if the circumstances were not on purpose.

Vince and I had stopped in a rest area in the vicinity of Piapot, Saskatchewan for the night. We were up fairly early in the morning (around 5:30 a.m.) and I was changing clothing ~ since it was a fairly isolated spot with the van blocking me from traffic, why not??

Next thing I know, Vince is saying I’m mooning the antelope across the railway tracks in the field beside us, waking up themselves.

So, I inadvertently mooned the antelope.

Oh yeah, did I mention the trains? Didn’t know the rest area was RIGHT beside tracks until the first train rumbled by late at night (EARLY in the morning). Exhaustion has its benefits as I was able to go right back to sleep each time after the train stopped sounding its horn. Repeat x 4. No wonder we were up early.

And my favourite road sign in Alberta: “Stock at large”.

In thinking about what that means I came to the conclusion it meant livestock on the “range” with no fencing. Soon proved positive when there was a dead longhorn bull in the highway’s median (huge animal, can only presume an 18-wheeler got it as not much of any debrie in the area).

TTFN

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namaste