Manitoba Saskatchewan Alberta

21. June 2022 Off By Thomas Auer-Peckelsen

Al Capone advised us not to use Highway 1.

So we more or less ride the Red Coat Trail, a trail used by the North-West Mounted Police since the late 1800s, through the endless expanses west.

Thirty kilometers of straight gravel roads. An hour without seeing another car.

The fence of a farm that separates the road area from the pasture for tens of kilometers. If someone comes to visit you here, you will see them an hour before they arrive. A cloud of dust betrays his coming.

But you are not completely alone. Huge cattle that are better left alone and Gofers. The Gofers are very heroic. The little ones fight to the last drop of blood. Losses are the order of the day. They don’t mind that there’s a car coming. Those that get caught are simply recycled by the survivors. We always avoided them, but that’s no longer possible with a 40-ton truck.


Our goal is the Milk River with the “Writing on a Stone” park.

Legendary rock formations with picture stories of the past carved into the stone by the Indians. And !!!! Lots of Rattlesnakes. Yeha! The magnificent animals really are everywhere. Yes, I know what you are thinking again. But the horror stories that everyone hears have nothing to do with reality. We are guests in their living space, and if you behave as a guest, you don’t have to fear anything.

We found out from the Indian family’s neighbor from Winnipeg that an annual subscription to the national parks for Can$ 70 pays for itself in two days. So we got some in Winnipeg. The journey continues to Banff and Jasper National Parks. The Rocky Mountains. Anyone who has ever been there understands, that this nature cannot be described.

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