Mac the Moose
Having finally managed to get our sign taped to the back of the jeep at a gas station in Lloydminster (the sign read "GEOBABES GREAT CANADIAN ADVENTURE", and had actually been constructed in Edmonton), we flew down the highway towards Saskatoon. We were staying that night with some friends of friends, people that none of us had ever met but that we all hoped would be friendly and not mind our intrusion.
We found, actually, that this family was incredibly nice. They treated us well; cooked us dinner and fed us until we were bursting, gave us rooms to sleep in and kept up a conversation while we were stuffing our faces. We were then treated to a tour of the University of Saskatchewan (while mildly interesting, there are only so many barns you can see in the dark) and then drinks in "lovely" downtown Saskatoon. The family piled us up with food and fresh fruit the next morning and sent us on our way. While we agreed that the people there were nice, we decided that Saskatoon was a place that none of us ever really had to visit again. Once was more than enough.
We were heading for Regina, but stopped at Moosejaw along the way. Moosejaw is a neat little town, at least to visit. I wouldn't want to live there, but it's a little oasis in a very dry province. Murals line the streets, and there are several neat underground historical tours. Oh, and the world's biggest moose, of course.
Oh, and that reminds me... World's largest coffee pot and cup...
We camped at a golf course just outside of Regina, fighting swarms killer mosquitos and drinking beer. The next morning we visited the RCMP museum (located on the RCMP training grounds in Regina). Neat museum!
And that was it for Saskatchewan. Waving farewell to the province that we all agreed we'd probably never see again, we crossed the border into Manitoba.