Wawota, SK to Oak Lake, MB
I woke up in a much better mood today, helped a great deal by the food, drink, and conversation of the night before.
I pedaled to Maryfield, where I took shelter from a mid-day thunderstorm and passed the time eating delicious penguin candies and napping.
A half-hour after the rain stopped I crossed into Manitoba (and into the Central Time Zone, making my daily phone call to Shireen at sunset less likely to wake her up).
My mind wandered to to the fellow I've heard is walking coast-to-coast pulling a hand cart and to another fellow I've heard is riding his horse across. If I find either of their stories on the net, I'll be sure to post a link.
Riding past a flooded ditch I encountered the least intelligent duck to date. Six times he quacked in surprise, took flight as I passed, and landed twenty feet ahead. Six times. I tried to tell him the third time that he should fly another direction, but he didn't listen.
I was hoping to push darkness and make a go for Brandon, but another flat courtesy of my Continental Gatorskins exhausted my supply of new tubes. I set up my tent off the road, called home, ate and patched some tubes for the morning.
Update: It seems the problem may not have been with the tires but with the Ian.
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