Thinking Out Loud

I’m not going to accept any responsibility for taking the wrong road home from Edmonton.

It is clearly and undeniably my brother’s fault. All I wanted was to know the quickest way out of Edmonton to get me to the Yellowhead. He gave me too many details (or not enough, I’m not sure yet) Anyway, somewhere during the discussion there was a 14 mentioned (or perhaps a 214) and a 16 (or a 216) The final result, according to my brother, was that even if I missed the turnoff, all roads led to the Yellowhead, if i turned north (or maybe it was south)

I know one thing for sure. I wasn’t supposed to take Highway 14. But I did.

Highway 14 is not a bad thing as it turns out. The little compass thingy in my truck said I was going east most of the time, and I figured I would eventually run into Saskatchewan. Where in Saskatchewan I wasn’t sure, but I would deal with that problem when the need arose.

There are very few towns along this highway, and hardly any signs to let you know where you are. It’s not a busy highway, and it’s actually in good condition. So I was on a good road, with no clue where I was. Oh well, as long as there was a gas station somewhere, I was okay.

I’m glad I took the wrong road, because I snapped a few photos I wouldn’t have been able to get on the Yellowhead.