A beautiful but tough ride, mostly north through Riding Mountain National Park, into the wind. I’m sure I learned many things. I stopped and walked around some and stared at many lakes and trees. I did see moose poop, but no moose today. I got to Gilbert Plains, and having not found any consolation road flatware, I have allowed myself to rent a room at the hotel and take a bath-out of character, I know. It seems unlikely anyone has stayed here in some time.
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