We are in Moose Jaw until Friday, when we go to the thriving metropolis of Morse (pop. 236). Things have gone well so far. The current hotel is a bit of a cinderblock nightmare but adequate to our needs. We found a nice little slow-food restaurant with beer on tap called Amuze where today I snacked on baked bacon and blue cheese with bits of toasty bread. Lunch was at a Vietnamese place where a large guy, in deep conference with his potential AA sponsor after a 12 day bender that lead to troubles with his wife, got all aggro with us and tried to start a fight. He immediately apologized after his outburst and we were cool with it – he was doing a hard thing.

I also wandered around Moose Jaw taking photos of the excellent industrial buildings and brickwork.