My friend Gord

Hello Everyone, I crossed the 100th meridian yesterday, I've see a lot of wheat kings past few days, and I'm 38 years old. If I want to complete my Tragically Hip tour of Canada, I'll swing by Bobcaygeon tomorrow and maybe get locked up in Millhaven before the weekend. I camped out in what is supposed to be a campground last night, but in reality is just the parking lot for the rink in MacGregor, Manitba. I'm actually fairly relieved to be here, which I'm not sure anyone has ever said about MacGregor, Manitba. The two previous spots I went to before I got here were closed, and it was getting late. I'll gladly take a hockey rink parking lot if it gets me off the highway for the night. I'm beginning to think that this might be a recurring issue. I've started looking at at the next spots where I'll have to stop and most campgrounds shut down in the fall. Not many travelers in this part of the world at this time of year. There's an interesting vibe to places like this when there's nobody around. Eerie, but interesting. It dips below freezing at night, but it's not too bad. I wouldn't want to do this route in a camper much later than this, but like a lot of the biking I've done on this trip, it's fun to push the boundaries a little. Wes

Photos 

1. Arthur sitting the wrong way in his seat. I think he's getting bored with all this driving. Halfway there, buddy.

2. My campsite last night, with the rink in the background. Don't get to see the beautiful prairie sunrise from this angle though.