Holy Crap, is that a Mosquito?

Coming from sub tropical countries, I am NO stranger to mosquitoes. Even mosquitoes that carry various exotic sounding diseases like Chikungunya (I had to Google the spelling). But let me tell y’all about these big ass birds they have out here in Wild Rose country!

These mosquitoes are LARGE! They are so big you can pick them up on camera. I took a picture last week when I went farming and sure enough you could see this giant ass mosquito who found the little strip of belly skin to feast on. They are also hella aggressive, like these buggers legit have you wanting to square up. Like Shiela and her six homies who are swarming around my head are about to get these hands.

The other day I stopped to take a picture of this gorgeous sunset and I made the mistake of hopping out of the car to get that perfect shot. BRUUUUUUHHHHHHH! I was not able to stand still! In few seconds they had all smelled fresh blood and had descended on my poor unprotected face and ankles en masse. Then the ambitious ones done even bother to get a piece of bare skin, they just bite you through your clothing. And I don’t know exactly how gusty the wind has to be to deter them, but they must be super mosquitoes, they are out here braving 20 mph wind just to eat you.

I was told that the swarms of mosquitoes get so large that they can blacken the horizon. Chile, please, let me go back to by Turks and Caicos with our small, polite mosquitoes who don’t believe in this gang violence. 

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Gonna See a Lady about a Cow

Today was such an amazing day. We went to the McGillicudy Farmhouse to see the calves. They were so adorable! I’ve never touched a live cow before (cause ya know, beef is technically cow). I actually used to be pretty terrified of them, especially the large ones with horns. But take a look at me now! All touching and cuddling and picture taking. Like a boss!


There were three calves, I was told their names but I don’t remember so we’ll call them Winking, Blinking and Nod. Nod (the black one) has a selenium deficiency and as a result he has bowed legs or weakened front legs. I’m not sure. Kayce, their owner, was trying to explain it but I was distracted by how cute they all were.  She also said that they may eventually get eaten. That’s the thing about farms, you eat everything they grow there. I couldn’t do it. When I did eat meat, I preferred that I never met my food when they were still being all adorable. 


The farm was so gorgeous! The apple trees were in bloom and they smelled glorious. They were also swarming with bees, but ya know this has got to be documented.  I’m kinda amazing to me because I’ve never seen an apple tree before, much less seen one in bloom. We don’t grow apple trees in the islands we have mangoes and guinep and whatnot. 

The Cabin by the Lake

I had an amazing day today. I went to a cabin at Capt. Ayre Lake and it was a blast. I went with my sister and nephews and later we were joined by Wendi and Landyn. I couldn’t ask for a more enjoyable day. First we went to the park near the cabin. There was this little merry-go-round in the middle and of course we had to give it a spin. I hadn’t been on a merry-go-round since childhood. Let me tell you how I don’t recommend spinning around when you’ve recently had a few beers! However, I did manage to keep them down (pats self on the back).

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This was quite scary

Later, we went to the lake and I didn’t go swimming but I DID get my feet wet, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was something akin to sand on the bottom and
not mud. Listen, It was FREEZING. I’m not even wading out in that water. It literally felt like an ice bath. I dunno, I personally think going into the lake to my ankles meets the requirements of swimming in a fresh body of water. Don’t debate me on this.

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Cant. Ayre Lake
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See? I went swimming
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They are sitting in an area Wendy referred to as “the beach”…
I had another first today, a wiener roast. Now I don’t eat wieners but I did help start the fire. I know how the cave men must have felt when they discovered fire for the first time. It’s exhilarating. I had my first s’more. Well a modified version with chocolate digestives, but same same. It had the same effect.

 

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I have made fire!

Roasting marshmallows for s’mores
It was an amazing day, with amazing people.

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Poor burnt weiner.

Provost, Alberta

So my sorrows have taken me to the possibly the smallest town I’ve personally ever been too. Provost has a population of about 2000 people with all the small town charm that comes along with it. There are typically one of everything, one grocery store, one pharmacy, one hospital… 

The picture above is a view of Downtown Provost. Many of the residents of Provost tend to live on farms away from the city center and drive into town to complete business or to go to school. There are two schools in Provost, one is Provost Public School and the other is St. Thomas Aquinas which is a catholic school. They both are all age schools. 

This Chinese restaurant downtown is a bustling one. In the middle of nowhere Canada, the owners of this restaurant some of a few POCs in the area. While the place is not ethnically diverse, I have found its residents so far to possess the stereotypical Canadian “niceness”.

Drive for a few minutes past the city center and there you will begin to encounter farm land. Right now it’s planting season. With canola being the primary crop of choice for the farmers. Right now most of the terrain is flat and bare since the crop is just being planted. 

There are also cows and horses. Dairy cows and what I learned are beef cows (which are pictured) above dot the road ways. I am always told through the long drives to keep my eyes open for wild life such as deer, moose, rabbits and coyotes (which the locals pronounce as coy-otes). 

This is interesting and a vastly different way of life from small island living. I keep looking over the horizon for signs of the ocean, and I am told that Provost is about 2000 miles away from the ocean in each direction.  However, many ponds and lakes dot the landscape. If the weather warms up, I do plan on swimming in a fresh body of water for the first time. When I say swim, I really mean wade out as far as my knees and complain the entire time. I’m an island girl who has lived in countries where the waters are crystal clear with sand at the bottom. I’ve been reluctant to venture into murky waters with mud bottoms. But atleast I don’t have to worry about the various sea creatures that can pose more danger than bass that have been placed in the waters for locals to then fish out later. 

A Change of Pace 

So the other day, on a whim, I bought a ticket to Canada. I’d been having a bit of a tough time with life and I desperately needed a break and a change of scenery. I’m writing this sitting in my sister’s kitchen, with nothing solved yet feeling more at peace. 

Travel is so cathartic for me. When watching the ocean is no longer a strong enough prescription for my blues, travel is definitely just what the doctor ordered. 

In the coming days, I’ll blog more about my trip to a tiny town in Alberta, Canada. This place where I am gonna spend a few weeks hopefully centering myself.