A few of the things I saw on a very busy mainstreet Wadena while waiting for the bus:
|Crosswalk? We don't do crosswalks in Wadena. We walk across the street wherever we please, every one of us.|
|We have a lot of First Nations residents, or they come in from the Fishing Lake Indian Reserve.|
|Not the usual STC (Sask Transportation Co) vehicle. This is a stand-in while the regulars get their spring make-over.|
I did take a picture of a local daycare provider herding her half-dozen small charges across the street a few minutes before the bus appeared above, but won't post such a thing without the permission of their parents. And I've no clue who those might be. What was I thinking?
Lots of activity in town on a weekday morning, anyway. The bus didn't have many passengers but I did make some new friends — this is easy in Saskatchewan, because everybody talks to everybody, friends and strangers alike, or at least I do. It's one of the best parts of living out here. People are not afraid of each other or, as I found in Toronto last May, offended or suspicious if you speak to them before you have been introduced. That's not to say city dwellers are never friendly and open. They are just a lot more careful. Perhaps they have to be.