It's always dangerous to write about experiences that occurred almost two months ago. With the passage of time comes a natural romantisization. The nostalgic part of my brain has already added a soundtrack and cut out the down time. But my warm feelings of Saskatchewan in summer never change. Dennie and I touched down in Regina tired and excited in early July with high expectations of weddings, bbq’s, family dinners, backyard parties, music festivals and camping trips. Another year brought change; relationships came and went, friends moved away and others returned, babies turned into toddlers, and failing football clubs transformed into Grey Cup Champions. Still, the sun brought with it an eruption of good vibes found only in such places as this. In the way that John Steinbeck writes about the stink of Cannery Row with
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