What started out as a very casual Sunday, turned into somewhat of an epic day.
Three of us loaded up into my sister’s car, I tossed out going to Nicholle Flats, located in the vicinity of Buffalo Pound just NE of Moose Jaw, it seemed like a good idea!
I have never been, but know that some of our former employees have gone there to cycle and of course camp. While we were taking our 96 year old mom, I thought it would be a cool side trip. There would be no hiking nor biking but some site-seeing.
Car is low on fuel, fill it up. Haven’t had breakfast – its lunch time, grab some food and a coffee. Away we go!
Dang windy and it looks like rain. Sure enough as we are getting closer to the park the Weather Alert System screams across the radio. The weather system seems to be very far north and no danger.
The Park fee is $8.00 for the day, unless you have a senior with you, then its free.
Nicolle Flats is to the East end of the lake and there are great roads that lead you into the park. So onward we travel. Just a quick whip around the grounds …. RIGHT!
No one ever said, “let’s go out of town and be right back”, especially when Gloria is in the picture. Many in this building will testify that going someplace with me turns into an all day event.
First stop – a biffy break! We were in the area known as the Lower Chalet, just below the site of the old White-Track ski hill. Its fantastic, green space, no gravel pads here for the tenter. Quiet without electric outlets.
Standing outside the car, I decided I might take a picture, but first I was going to use the facility. You are getting ahead of me here if you think I dropped the phone down the “one-holer”! NO!!
With all “things” looked after, back into the car we go and pressed on down the road. Slowly, along the gravel road, we observed water planes dipping into the lake, super large pelicans and thank goodness we were driving cautiously!
Along the road there is a right that takes you up a steep grade to the Bison Range. This round about look-out point enables you to observe bison. Feeding bins and a water bowl are located down the hill from the viewing area. The stop was quick because there were no bison, but the view of the lake is amazing! I went for the phone camera. WHERE IS IT! I left it ON THE CAR! NOW WHAT ( sinking feeling).
I left it on the windshield of the car, driver’s side.
Where was my head!!!
It would logically be back at the chalet. I had backed out of the area and then swung up onto the road. Slowly we drove back, watching for a grey object on a gravel road. My sister tried calling it, but the bagpipe ring tone was silenced (probably because there was no signal or had it been crushed).
Searching the grass, then walking along the roadway, coming back, getting in the car – then getting out to continue to walk the road.
All the while the wind is howling. Sunday caught in sun and dark cloud. I walked for probably 3 kilometers along the gravel road with a mini rake checking the low spots. Watching for traffic and checking on what looked like coyote foot prints in the fresh mud.
It was a great way to get exercise and enjoy the park. It would have been better if I weren’t walking with eyes down searching the ditches.
By this time, my mom and sister had driven ahead, going back to the Bison Range – one of the high points in the Park.
You see people out on the side of the highway having a pee break, well when nature calls, answer! That is pretty much how the phone was found. One of the highest points in the Qu’Appelle Valley at the Bison Range a little wak from the car and there it is! The phone laying at the side of the road, not a scratch.
Meanwhile, I walked along, thinking – 1900 plus pictures, contacts, Twitter, Facebook, Loyalty cards, my email. AND THE COST OF THE PHONE!! WHAT NEXT!
NEVER GIVE UP – that is exactly what I was thinking. And thank goodness for patient family members – I owe you guys … so I bought Ice Cream and Supper.
Our Sunday Father’s Day road trip did eventually wind up at the Findlater cemetery. We also stopped at a rural church and cemetery just West of Buffalo Pound and at Lovering Lakes.
The old line sometimes “the journey is more than the destination” is very true.
We had thought the day would be a quick two and half hours, but it turned out to be longer than that.
Lessons learned; don’t be in a rush, keep track of your stuff, remember how to backtrack and life is too short to stress about things. Don’t put your phone anywhere but in your vehicle, pocket or purse!
Minus the missing phone, it was a perfect day to be out with family and even better day to get some exercise, take in what makes Saskatchewan great – the smell of native vegetation and the songs of prairie birds and be with family.