Fort Walsh, Sask Notice the british flag. It is so quiet here that it makes your ears ring.
We thought we would be smart and take what appeared on the map to be a paved road, the # 615 south, to a road that then went west to take us to the Wild Horse border crossing. As the Willow creek crossing closed at 5:00p.m., as it was already 4:45 p.m., we had to find an alternate crossing to the west Wild Horse, this meant more time on the road, however, we were fed, watered and peed and we thought we were good to go. The first 100 yards of the road were great, okay they were gravel but how bad can this get? We soon answered the question and it was a hard slogging 100 kms of rutting rocky not so much gravel as boulder road, just to get to the 41 south in Alberta, but we were committed by this time as I had paid for our hotel room in Havre and by gum we were going to get there if it killed us. We nearly lost our fillings by the time we bust out of the badlands and onto a paved road.
Here is the interesting part, in the late 1800's Sitting Bill walked his people from Fort Assiniboia Montana (Havre) to Fort Walsh to negotiate a treaty (with all his people) and when he got there, Colonel Walsh had left for Regina,. ARGHHHH! wouldn't that just tick you off. So he went to Regina, and Walsh had left for Ontario. So they went back to Montana and you know the rest. |
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