Day 7: So much salt

It seems that this is to be a trip of extremes. When times are bad, they're gonna really suck. However, when things are looking up, the world is my oyster. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and there was only a slight head wind, which was a change from the usual (seriously, I was under the impression that the wind blew east in this country). In fact, today went so well that I could have been found attempting to sing four part harmony to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsoedy. Boy did the truck drivers get a show today.

I traveled from Swift Current this morning to Chaplin: home of North Americas second largest salt lake. Chaplin however had much more to offer me other than simply salt. Upon arriving into this booming metropolis, i quickly learned that I would be privy to both a pool and an ice cream hut.
*insert appropriate dance here*

After spending the afternoon in the pool and treating myself to yet another skor blizzard, I took a seat near the local nature museum to write and reflect. I hadn't been there 5 minutes when suddenly Clint, a good friend of my brother in law, walked up and plunked down beside me. Initially I didn't even recognize him, partially because i hadn't seen him in ages and also partially because I was still in shock that someone I knew had coincidentally bumped into me on the road. He, his wife and their two kids were heading from Calgary out to visit family and friends in Winnipeg.

So, after a big greasy dinner, I write to you before setting up camp and dreaming of the gaping open mouth of a moose. Thanks again to Nathan and Michelle for putting me up in Swifty!! A warm bed and farmiliar faces always beats a cold tent and this guy Leonard, who I'm convinced is stalking me (kidding!).