Fully restored and artfully appointed, the cabins and wagons at this Saskatchewan B&B once housed cowpokes and schoolmarms. To describe the midsummer day as sweltering would be an understatement. The thermometer had soared past 35 C shortly after noon. At 5:30 p.m. I’m slouched in one of two big wicker chairs on the porch of a 100-year-old log cabin. The porch, covered by a broad tin roof, faces away from the afternoon sun, and a southwest breeze gently curling around the cabin fans away the day’s heat while I take sips from a tall, dewy glass of water. The crickets love the heat. They’re chirping frantically, all around. I waggle my wrist and the ice in my drink tinkles against the side of the glass. A few crickets nearby go silent, but only to take a deep breath it seems, because they quickly resume their chorus with renewed ferocity. With a slight chuckle, I lean back in my chair and listen to nature.
Westworld Saskatchewan Magazine, Spring 2013