Left Saskatoon and rolled east toward Good Spirit Lake, our first backup campground after the original one turned into a temporary lake of its own. The drive was quiet again—long, straight prairie roads with almost no traffic. Not even enough cars to play the license plate game; Canada has more provinces than I saw vehicles. The one real highlight was spotting a moose having a leisurely bath in a roadside pond, completely unbothered by us passing by.
The campground turned out to be a gem: a treed, peaceful spot just minutes from Good Spirit Lake. Our site was open but private, and we were parked and set up in no time. Power only, so it was fresh-water-tank living for us—and the “not-so-fresh” tank doing its usual job.
We took the bikes out to explore. The lakeside had sandy beaches and a swarm of kids enjoying the sun. Many of the trails were closed due to flooding, but we picked up the Trans-Canada Trail and followed it until we hit a washed-out stream crossing. No way through, so we turned back and still managed a solid 18 km ride.
The only downside of the day: Georgie discovered a tick latched onto her arm. Out came the fine-nosed tweezers I’d ordered just before leaving—good timing, at least. I have a feeling ticks are going to be recurring characters on this trip.
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