Day We enjoyed a very nice evening at the Bruno Campground. It’s another little gem. Nicely protected campsites , close to stores for restocking of supplies and while a bit of a walk(200 m) to the shower building, it is one of the best we have ever seen. It has a large bathroom area, the shower is roomy and has a bench and lots of hooks, and best of all, it’s built so the water stays contained and with a mat outside the shower itself, you can exit with clean dry feet. All in all, well thought out. On the way out of town we took a detour to see some of the historic buildings in town. We found the old Firehall, the Jail, an old bank(?), now an Arts Centre, the old convent and the adjoining church. We also found what appears to be a very nice and large church converted into a residence. I would love to see the interior of that one! We headed west out of Bruno on the scenic route, a quad track out of town. A gravel road took us westward to an old railroad flyover that we stopped to check out. We headed south for a couple of kms and then checking the map decided to backtrack to find some lesser used but more picturesque roads. And we found them! Some beautiful rolling, winding backroads that while tiring, were just incredible. I think that part of our route today east of highway #2 is part of one of Jeff Hehn’s detour routes out here. There was a road that runs west from highway #2 down a pretty little valley that we had ridden part of from the west end a few years ago. The images on Google Earth showed that some of the road that we had ridden previously had been flooded but was dry and rideable when we were there. We (I) were curious to see what the remaining valley road was like. Was it also dry now too? We found the east end of the valley road at highway #2 and proceeded westward. It started out well used and as we continued it became a little “less used”. We finally came to a point where everyone else (wisely, we now know) had turned back. We could see the old roadbed, overgrown, but high and dry ahead of us so walking our bikes through the foxtail, thistles and grass we pressed on. The “road” continued like this for about a kilometre until we reached a point where we could see the next 300 metres or so was still submerged! Ok, plan B! We followed the edge of a canola field on the margin, between the thistles and the canola around a little bay until we reached the dry “road” again. The road, while not submerged was still covered in foxtail and thistles, but thankfully only somewhat thicker and taller than before. 😁 Still passable with some effort, Lynne asked, “So where is this “road that you speak of”? Looking at Google Earth, I could see a treeline where the road, “used to be”. Roll out plan C! So we followed said “road”, for nearly a half kilometre until we came to a point where where the road should have been, but was now a canola field! The farmer, obviously thinking that there was no further use for the road had farmed right across it. Plan D? I gallantly volunteered to leave my bike and cross the 200 metres or so of “was road”, now “canola field” and see that a road did indeed exist on the other side. Crossing that last obstacle, revealed that yes, a perfectly navigable road existed on the other side. I returned to where Lynne and my bike waited and we pushed on, both literally and figuratively! I can tell you now, that it’s a lot tougher pushing a loaded bike through a nearly mature, tangled canola field than the wheat field we pushed through on our way to the crooked trees a few years ago. Gaining the very nice road, we rode on until we found a spot that afforded both shade and a breeze to discourage the mosquitoes that had been happily following us since the swamp! After a much needed lunch we continued down the beautiful little valley and on down a mix of farm and field roads to Champetre County and the Howlin’ Coyote Saloon, where we had plans to camp and enjoy a well earned meal. Through all of this, my poor hot, sweaty, scratched up and exhausted wife made no threats on my life or even loud complaints. Only the occasional, “and just where is this road”? She is an amazing trooper! Thank you for agreeing to still sleep in the same tent with me tonight Lynne. I love you very much!! 🚴🏼💞🚴‍♀️!