Well, here we are, in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, eating a green salad in our motel room, with a bottle of wine and a nice candle on the table. We must save some excitement for later on the trip. (Already I can hear the gulls and smell the salt air as we cross a bit of the Pacific between Seattle and the Olympic peninsula on a ferry boat...)
We had wondered how my surgery would fare on a long trip. So far, WONDERFUL!!
I have not yet mastered the art of pissing gracefully beside the highway with a Saskatchewan Whirling Dervish of a wind storm blasting the landscape. It is not a pleasant situation for a squeamish person or a man in tennis shoes.