Leah
We had a surprisingly good complimentary breakfast at the hotel restaurant then packed up relatively bright and early this morning. The hotel was a budget hotel and not necessarily somewhere I would stay again, but we are camping this trip so I suppose running water was a treat. Just need to look past the fist-hole in the wall and busted window….
There was a bunch of mist and fog hanging around in the air so we were contemplating putting on the rain gear. The temperature was nice and warm so we didn’t bother but we did start with jackets and chaps to layer ourselves up. As we pulled into the gas station I remembered that we had just changed our oil and I hadn’t ridden my bike since, so I checked my oil and it was low. This changed our route for the day. Keith had his grumpy face on for a minute, but the two-wheeled therapist soon fixed that. š We headed into Red Deer to the Harley dealership to buy a litre of oil for Betsy. 
The fog was pretty dense and I had to use my finger as a windshield wiper a few times. Luckily after 50km the fog lifted, the sun came out, and the day started to warm up. The Alberta landscape was beautiful, crops are looking very full (from my uneducated farmer viewpoint), we even noticed one field full of weed (assuming they were hemp plants as there was not much for a fence around it). We decided that we needed the bragging rights of having taken a ferry on this trip so we took the Bleriot Ferry on way into Drumheller. The ferry is just a tiny cable ferry, but it still counts! 
On our way to the ferry, we were not entirely sure of the route we had taken as the road turned into gravel. I had just started to think that I was not doing a very good job of keeping up with Keith’s quick pace on the gravel. Keith and I had our intercoms on and then I heard a “woo, woo, eeek, EEEEEE!!!!” Coming from Keith. I suppose he hit some deep gravel and got into a bit of a speed wobble. He stayed calm and kept Roberto shiny side up. I think his heart rate took a bit of an exercise though. The gravel only lasted for 5km or so, the pavement felt like heaven after the deep gravel.
Anyone who’s ever ridden a motorcycle though the Drumheller area knows that you NEED to do the road to Wayne, AB. There are eleven wooden bridges over the short (7km?) road into Wayne. It’s a record of some sort. The end goal was The Last Chance Saloon, where we had lunch. 
After Wayne the heat just increase and increased. Some of the roads after that were full of a whole lot of nothing. It felt like we were going forever without seeing anything. I actually got a little excited when I saw a high voltage power line. LOL, these are the troubles of riding a motorcycle in Alberta. Another trouble was the head wind that we encountered on highway 36, it felt like the wind was trying to rip my helmet off my head for close to two hours. Or it felt like two hours anyways.
We made it into Medicine Hat around 6pm, checked into our campsite and took a cab to Hell’s Basement Brewery. We are now taking advantage of the wifi, air conditioning and waiting for a pizza to be delivered.
Keith and Leah's travel on 2 wheels 