Fort Battleford. Almost.

We woke up this morning shivering.

It was 7 degrees.

Max and I were shaking.

I was tired which added to my discomfort. Last night there were many vehicles RVs and otherwise at Lloydminster. One stood out. A guy alone in a truck.  Not dressed for the weather. Full beard. Ball cap. With a sun shade over the front window at 11pm at night. He took black bags into the truck and put a tarp in the back. He spent a  hr watching the RV. Ours. Now I’m usually one to think the best in people but he had me nervous enough to stay up late watching the truck. No other RV faced our way.  No one else had a smashed out window that made for a  easy break in point  or was (typical) under 50.

At some point I just fell asleep.

Waking with bear spray and my phone near by like before I’d  fallen asleep.

After coffee, a needed item.

We went to the middle of the border city. Canada’s only border city.  Sav stood in two places at once.

To reveal my age, that sentiment comes from a movie called A Walk to Remember. YouTube the clip that one

We went to the lloydminster museum and visited the church of the man for whom the town was the town was named.
We then drove towards our destination.

It must have been slow.

We got to Fort Battleford National Historic Site mid afternoon.  Savannah chased gophers for over an hour. This left us with seven minutes before the site closed.

We went in and got directions for a campground. It was right across the field adjoining the fort.  I hoped out and paid.  Accidentally  leaving my window down. This is fine for Max but not for Maleficent.

She went missing. Over an hour later (through fields, parks, treed campgrounds and more) she was found  tucked in a blanket in the RV  behind the water tank. And she could have cared less.

Savannah walked around with a rosary making promises to God looking and cried when I told her she was safe. It prompted a good conversation on the possibility of her jumping ship at some point. She loves us dearly but still.

The upside. We can burn here. Which is great because the propane seems to have packed it in. It sounds/smells though it has a leak around the new seals.

So tomorrow coffee cooked outdoors.

And tonight I got to dye my grey roots.

Want to look homeless? Dye your hair in an RV campground. Walking towards the showers with my roots cooking then drying it under the hand drier.

# makingthingswork101 ha ha ha.

So tomorrow we try the historic site again. *smiles*
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My super classy morning walk wear. The dogs 6:30am pee walk. I’m looking aaaaamazing. Yikes.
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Always oppertunists
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More snuggles

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Snuggles in the morning
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Journaling in the morning

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Addresses when you have a business in a city with two addresses

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Tall markers from further away

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The border markers

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At the info centre.

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The church

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Old tractor
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Painted ponies

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Gopher chasing

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