We pulled into Winnipeg at 6:45 a.m., almost 2 hours ahead of schedule. That means that I have an extra 2 hours of internet access!
Winnipeg’s Union Station is well placed for a great walking tour of the city. First, we (Hilaire, Monique, and I) wandered past the ceremonial meeting place at the Forks, then crossed over the Red River into the St. Boniface Quarters, one of the largest francophone population in Western Canada. There, we met Bob, a retired air force guy who embodied the quintessential Winnipeg friendliness. He told us, in broken French and lots of franglais interjected, all about the cathedral ruins and the grave of Louis Riel.
Our self-led personal city tour continued past the partially erected Museum of Human Rights. This will be the first Canadian national museum outside of Ottawa.
Crossing over the pedestrian bridge past Burton Cummings' restaurant, we came across the newly built skateboarding park. We are told that this setup is rated as one of the top 10 in the world. Certainly the users seem very keen about all the moves they can do.
Winnipeg is where our crew changes over. Logan and Kevin are now heading home and Eric is my new attendant. I get my own stack of Pringles when I expressed my craving for salty snacks rather than cookies--that’s service beyond the call of duty.
Hillaire and Monique brings over a gift for me with a touching message tucked inside--I will treasure it: both the gift and the thoughtfulness behind it.
We pull out out of Winnipeg, heading into the prairies. Those weren't cattle--they were bisons!
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