Day 14

After a good sleep in what has been the loveliest campsite to date (Eagle Valley), I packed up to take off for yet another day of slow tedious riding against the westbound wind. I crossed over in to Saskatchewan pretty wary on the day, and while I stopped to snap a picture with the provincial sign I saw two cyclists on the horizon! I hopped back on my bike to go out and meet them, and not only were they québécois (quelle surprise), but they were my age as well! Turns out they had left the day after me, so we had been rolling along at a similar enough pace that it took nearly three weeks to meet up. We rode together for the day, stopping in the municipal campground in Swift Current for the night. It was interesting to see how they split up get, but I'm not so sure I'd be keen on staying two to a tent- having some space is not at all overrated. Speaking pretty much exclusively French, and am painfully aware of how rusty I am. Feels good to get the practice in though!