James, maintaining the fire after making me tea and oatcakes. Early Sunday morning at Ness Creek, 2010.
Ness Creek, Saskatchewan. We spent a week here this summer listening to music, drinking tea by the campfire, visiting with friends, and running around the forest.
We drove for most of a summer’s day in this intense dusty prairie heat. We spent hours watching it rain other places, hoping we would reach a storm and get cooled off. We didn’t. (They say you can watch your dog run away for days here)
People say that driving through Saskatchewan is boring. I don’t really mind it, though I’m normally fond of “boring” things. On this day we saw numerous deer, whiteout conditions, and landscapes crystallized in a thick layer of clear ice. The light went from amazing to more amazing as the sky cleared and the sun set.
