The town of Minnedosa has changed a lot since I was a young girl - or maybe my memories are fuzzy. The town seemed shabby, unloved with uncared for streets - the town I remember seemed so alive and vibrant.
While the town may have changed some, the valley with the Little Saskatchewan river was as pretty as I remembered it to be.
|The Duck at the rest stop|
From Minnedosa we headed east to Winnipeg where we fuelled up at the Flying J on the West side.
Our stop was brief - fuel and bathroom as we needed to get to Kenora and our room for the night. The next morning was to be a big morning for me. We were hooking up with the Motorcycle Ride for Dad National Cross Canada Run!