I had been promised that there would be good fishing because my guides knew all of the good spots. As it turns out, there was only three or fish in the whole lake, and Sherry caught them all. Two of them were worth keeping, one of them was a little iffy, and the one to the left was nothing more than a large guppy.

Despite the fact the fishing wasn’t the greatest, it was a sunny, calm day, and well worth the time. My sister claims she had “the big one,” but that story cannot be verified, and goes into “the one that got away” bin. I may have had one fish nibble at the hook, but more than likely I just snagged on some seaweed. Herb also claims he had one up to the side of the boat, but there is no evidence to the existence of that fish.

The only ones that appeared to be ahead in the game were the pelicans. They do have the advantage – their plan was to herd them into a group and swoop them out of the water. There’s no challenge in that, but it did put supper on the table.

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.

Natasha, as usual, didn’t want too much to do with me. I’ve decided that’s okay. It’s one less Christmas gift to buy

Of course, the robins on my front door waited patiently (not really, they are getting pretty demanding and noisy, especially in the morning) for supper. They preferred their worms a little on the rare side…

They do get up very early in the morning though, and since their nest is pretty much right outside my bedroom window, sleeping in past 4:30 AM is out of the question.