The three of us (Sebastien and Maxim for reference) were back on the road fairy early with a plan to push out the 180km it would take to get to Moose Jaw. However the wind was still dead-set on imprinting the lesson that pre-planning is for fools, and we had yet another day of having to push to maintain 20km/hr. Between the slow pace and numerous short breaks in sub-thousand person towns for water and snacks, it was shaping up to be a long day. It was nice to have company though, and I have been really enjoying trying to communicate exclusively in French. I am had my first flat, I ran over some frayed metal wire-spike from a worn truck tire. So so far one flat per 2000km traveled- not bad at all! Got it changed pretty quickly on the side of the highway and took back off, but my left Achilles tendon was starting to get sore and it was becoming increasingly clear that today's goal may be a bit over-ambitious for me. When we reached 140km around 830pm I decided to bow out into a regional campsite while they decided to press on to Moose Jaw. We said out goodbyes and on they rode.
Despite our ride together being pretty short in the grand scheme of things, I feel like rising with Seb and Max really helped me settle on my personal touring style. They were very driven to complete a certain distance each day, didn't take make breaks, and had a fixed end date (to be fair Max was much less intense in his approach, but he was along for the ride). I prefer the opposite of all those things, and most of all I realized my priority is to have an adventure that I enjoy, not a physical trial that I have to suffer through. I am rethinking some of my plan.
Realizing now I didn't get any pics d the guys, but here are some crazy salt flats we rolled through.
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