Ráno nás čakali kráľovské raňajky v nemeckom štýle, Tereza je pôvodom z nemecka. Prišli aj Mike a jeho žena, rozlúčiť sa s nami (a tiež na raňajky). Cesta do Losej čeľuste (Moose Jaw) bola náročná, fúkal silný protivietor, obloha bola oloveno šedá, vyzeralo to na dážď. Ale mali sme šťastie, zdalo sa, že prší všade naokolo len nie tam, kde sme boli, kým sme prišli do Moose Jaw bolo už skoro pekne a teplo. Cestou, po pravej strane, esme minuli akúsi hroznú továreň s obrovskou haldou, najvyšší to bod široko ďaleko. Typujem, že dym čo z nej čmudil na kilometre ďaleko, musí miestnemu obiliu dodávať extra príchuť. Našťastie pri Moose Jaw začala krajina viac pripomínať prériu, len indiáni a kovboji chýbali. V Moose Jaw sme si iba dali obed, zmrzlinu (v Dairy Queen) a frčali ďalej. Nezastavili sme sa ani v ich slávnych termálnych kúpeľoch, ani sme nenavštívili Al Caponeho slávne tunely. Poobedňajšie bicyklovanie už bolo o niečo lepšie, jednak vietor povolil a počasie sa zlepšilo (na chvíľu). Zastavili sme sa až v Caronporte, kde hľadajúc miesto na spanie, zostali sme cez noc u jedného z miestnych obyvateľov, ktorý nás nechal prespať na svojej záhrade.
In the morning Theresa prepared for us amazing breakfast, very high nutritional and tasty (and because Theresa has roots in Germany, very German's style). Mike with his wife came too, to say goodbyes to us (and for the breakfast :-)) Theresa was really wonderful, she gave us sausages, cucumbers, tomatoes and good instant tea. Mike biked with us for a while, giving us the last advices. Then was time to say him goodbye and we started to fight against the wind. Sky was grey and clouds heavy with rain. But we were lucky and got to Moose Jaws more dry than wet, actually by the time we got there, sky was nearly clear and blue. Land around started to look more like a prairie. We didn't stay here for famous spa or Al Capone's tunnels, just had lunch and visited DQ. Afternoon biking was a little bit better, landscape around begun to be more diverse and more interesting than endless farm fields of wheat. Also wind wasn't so bad anymore. And we had nice red sunset. In the evening we ends up in Caronport. There was literally nothing except a few houses and gas station (and very, very big church, and school, and playgrounds, and motel...), but no place to tent. But we were lucky again, when we asked one man where we can tent, he let us stay on his backyard. Canadians are cool.
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