Day 17 / Dzien 17.

I had an aunt who was so good-hearted and generous that visitors had to be careful not to complement anything they saw around her house. Otherwise, they were gifted it immediately or, if they resisted, they would find it later, hidden in their purses or coat pockets.
Why am I mentioning my aunt? Because the Timm family reminded me of her. We were given so much that I was afraid to say I liked their dog…

It was very difficult to say goodbye. Once again, huge thank you!

Moja ciocia miala takie dobre serce i tak wielki gest, jej goscie musieli uwazac, zeby przypadkiem czegos sie skomplementowac. W przeciwnym razie zostawalo im to natychmiast wreczone lub, jesli sie opierali, znajdowali to pozniej ukryte w ich torebce lub kieszeni plaszcza. Dlaczego wspominam moja ciocie? Poniewaz rodzina Timm’ow mi ja przypomina. Dostalismy od nich tak wiele, ze balam sie powiedziec, ze podoba mi sie ich pies…

My first ever quad ride. It made me forget about my awful hangover. But not for long…

Moja pierwsza w zyciu jazda na quadzie. Sprawila, ze zapomnialam o moim okropnym kacu. Ale nie na dlugo…

The outskirts of Prince Albert. We liked the downtown too. Pictures are unavailable due to a sudden worsening of my ongoing, raging hangover.

Obrzeza Prince Albert. Centrum rowniez nam sie podobalo. Zdjecia niedostepne w zwiazku z naglym pogorszeniem sie mojego okrutnego, nieodpuszczajacego kaca.

Krydor, Saskatchewan. Feels just like Ukraine!

Krydor, Saskatchewan. Calkiem jak Ukraina!

We’re in North Battleford. Poor Battleford’s history is so sad. It used to be a capitol of Northwest Territories. And then…
“As soon as the Canadian Pacific Railway began construction, citizens made plans for their town to become a western metropolis. But the railroad took a more southerly route and in 1883 the capital was moved to Regina”.*
Not only shattered hopes but degradation too.
Our reason for coming here is an awesome open-air museum. It was closed when we got here so we’ll check it out tomorrow. Tonight was a casino night. Lee won again!

Jestesmy w North Battleford. Historia Battelford jest bardzo smutna. Byl kiedys stolica Terytoriow Polnocno-Zachodnich. I wtedy…
“Kiedy tylko Kolej Transkanadyjska rozpoczela budowe, mieszkancy zaplanowali, ze ich miasto stanie sie zachodnia metropolia. Ale kolej wybrala bardziej na poludnie polozona trase i w 1883 roku stolica zostala przeniesiona do Reginy”*.
Nie tylko zawiedzione nadzieje, ale jeszcze degradacja.
Jestesmy tutaj dla fantastycznego skansenu. Byl zamniety kiedy dojechalismy, wiec zobaczymy go jutro. Wieczor spedzilismy w kasynie. Lee znowu wygral!

*AAA/CAA Western Canada & Alaska TourBook