22   Sunday, September 21   Whitewood, SK

Slowly, but surely, I am leaving the prairies. At
least, I think so. IT amy be only my imagination,
but it seems as though trees are becomeing more and
more common as I go along. Finally making some progress
again, after having left Regina, though the winds are
picking up again, and go against me I have heard tell
that once I reach the middle of Manitoba or so, the
weather patterns change, and instead of getting weather
from the mountains in the West, it starts blowing off
of Hudson's Bay in the Northeast. That means 2 things:
(1) Headwinds, (2) Cold. Hehe -- wonderful. O well,
Que sera sera, I guess. I'm still not looking forward
to it, though. Have passed by a number of cattle farms
recently. Boy, are they funny animals. You'd think
they'd never seen a bicycle before. As I pass by, they
all stop, and as one, turn their heads and stare at me.
Maybe it's the noise that the bike makes -- I'm not
*that* strange-looking! :-)