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Canada has it's fair share of unusual town names, Moosejaw being the first that I've hit. Whilst sitting on the Greyhound from Alberta, the image of a goofy looking horse with horns talking non stop on the seat next to me kept popping into my head. Of course it never came to life, which is clearly a good thing as I don't really want to be that crazy on my travels. After a not so restful sleep rolling along the flatlands through the night, I thought my eyes were having some colour issues when I managed to pry them open. The horizon in front of me was such an intense blend of orange and red, it managed to bring me to my senses rather quickly. I suppose the license plate statement, 'Land of the Living Skies' is really true then. I reached into my bra for my camera (protective habits die hard) and began clicking away. The bus driver to my left was alerted to an awake passenger and we began talking about the riches of life on the prairies. And it was still barely 6am.

Moose Tales Under the Saskatchewan Skies

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2006-08-12 14:08:06

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Canada has it's fair share of unusual town names, Moosejaw being the first that I've hit. Whilst sitting on the Greyhound from Alberta, the image of a goofy looking horse with horns talking non stop on the seat next to me kept popping into my head. Of course it never came to life, which is clearly a good thing as I don't really want to be that crazy on my travels. After a not so restful sleep rolling along the flatlands through the night, I thought my eyes were having some colour issues when I managed to pry them open. The horizon in front of me was such an intense blend of orange and red, it managed to bring me to my senses rather quickly. I suppose the license plate statement, 'Land of the Living Skies' is really true then. I reached into my bra for my camera (protective habits die hard) and began clicking away. The bus driver to my left was alerted to an awake passenger and we began talking about the riches of life on the prairies. And it was still barely 6am.

A few hours later I said my farewells to Duane (the bus driver) and threw my I cracked my eyes open at one point and was greeted with the endless road starting to brighten up with morning colour. Who ever said bus journeys were hell? Me? Ooooops!pack into a locker at the station. I wasn't planning on staying the night in town due to the lack of a cheap hostel, but I was looking forward to exploring a Canadian town made famous by an American fugitive. Al Capone 'secretly' roamed the streets in the 1920's when the Chicago police seemed close enough to lock him up. Ironic that the most notable mobster of his time , 'Scarface' actually got done for tax evasion in the end. I hadn't intended on following the trail of such a don, (I saw his jail cell at Alcatraz) but then, I never intended to spend time in Moosejaw.

I can usually tell if I'm going to like a town within the first 15 minutes. In Moosejaw, it took me only 5 minutes. Each corner ...