It's Raining Letters!

I've been running the gamut of emotions lately; No, it's not a relapse of Capgrass Syndrome - although I have been keeping an eye on Maximillian and his feeble excuses lately - it's because of the mountains of mail I've been receiving!

Hymie Goldberg writes:
"Pearly really should get that mole checked."
I think that Mr. Goldberg is referring to the picture of the ill fated tribute band "Zed Leppelin" (Norv's idea of a play on words) and the spot on Pearly's lip:

That's not a mole; it's cricket residue. I've been trying to help Pearly break his addiction to the little critters ever since his "days of wine and rose bulbs" with his Badger lover, Leona. He had secretly popped a few in his mouth before the shot was taken.
Here's a curious letter from a Lady Lacrecia Wynters:
"My what lively discussions y'all are having.
As no one has the nerve to tell y'all it will be left to me to be the bearer of bad news. After careful examination I must say that there is something terribly wrong with all y'all. Every last one of you has way too much time on their hands.
This is shameful!
Please for the love of mankind run to your nearest community college and enroll in a program which will cure your idleness."
Lady Winters has given us clues as to her origins and character. Her consistent use of the term "y'all" tells us that she's from Hollywood! Any serious student of the human condition knows that the term "y'all" is common in cowboy movies and they all come from Hollywood! The next conclusion we come to is that she's probably extremely old since really old people are constantly sticking their noses in other people's business,
and finally, I've concluded that she's a woman since she has "lady" in front of her name.
I must disagree with the spirit of this letter. Everyone here in Angus Hat (except for the invalids and shut-ins) is very busy! When I'm not answering palaverous missives, I'm occupied with the craft my father, Vilhelm King of the Hobos, handed down to me:
The art of sausage making!

Pearly spends many hours every day clawing out his elaborate symbols for the extraterrestrial landing field he's preparing. We've offered him pics and shovels but he isists on using his oversized fingernails exclusively!
Lem runs his filling station during the day and then spends most evenings working in his organic chemistry lab. He cut the top off a large propane tank and began mixing together all kinds of natural ingredients in the hope of finding a cure for death.
Lem was told about the theory of evolution and he figured that he could create his own form of life by allowing various organic ingredients to "stew" together over a long period of time. He stands there, night after night, stirring his Darwinian soup, occasionally tossing in tree bark, pine cones, grass, barnacles, squirrels, radium, cloves, etc.,etc.
Norv is the inventor of our group; he's hand built an entire hospital, fully equipped, outside of town, from pictures he saw in a magazine! Defibrillators, Xray machines, EKG machines and more - some of them are even electrically powered!
Maximillian spend all his time as our point man for Paranormal investigations, so he's always out in the woods or in the fields, on the Sasquatch pole or cleaning up the UFO pit from the last close encounter:

The hardest working man in Angus Hat has to be our mayor, Moroni Purvis. He spends the whole week sitting in front of the General Store, watching the town - just watching. He wants to make sure there's no trouble. He never take his eyes off Main Street. He doesn't even blink. He doesn't respond to questions. You can go over in the middle of the night and there he is, expression unchanged, just staring. What a Man!

I hope this dispells any notion that we live empty, pointless lives here in Angus Hat!
Well, gotta go - those sausages aren't going to stuff themselves!
Keep on travellin'!
Blitz

My World In Pictures!

There seems to be this attitude amongst a miniscule number of my millions of fans that I make all my facts up and that there is no town of Angus Hat. My response is PSHAW!
I've decided to show you all photo of my community and friends:
Here's where I live, just outside of Angus Hat:

Here's the only picture I have of my dear departed dad, Vilhelm, King Of The Hobos:

Here's a photo of my troglyditic brother Homer, just before he ran into the cave:

Here's some pictures of our hangouts, the UFO pit, Sasquatch Pole and Lem's Filling Station:


And finally, here's a publicity shot of the boys, taken for their ill-fated Led Zeppelin tribute band:

Well, I hope you enjoy the pics and are now convinced that it's all true!
Keep on travellin'!
Blitz

Central Australia

I'm often asked about food. Apart from hobos and beggars, squirrels and chipmunks, my millions of fans are constantly asking my culinary opinion.
Here's an example from Molly Willabong:
Hello, Blitz.
I'm a new reader. In all your travels, you must have eaten alot of stuff ;-) Can you please share a local recipe or two from some of your fave destinations? :-0 I'm allergic to watermelon and gum, so please try to avoid dishes that include those items :-( Everything else is FINE!
Thanks :-)
Your newest fan, Molly
Well Molly, if I'd have to pick one place that has the most amazing food on the planet, it would have to be Central Australia! This wonderful mountainous region boasts a wide variety of climatic conditions that allow for a plethora of foods, both flora and fauna. Due to rich deposits of igneous soil that drifted down from North Australia's volcano belt, the nutrient rich earth of this region causes crops to grow at an alarming rate, and with all this rich food, the animals grow large and fat!
Resorts abound in this region and at varying elevations as well. In the valleys, there are Hunting Lodges, Dude Ranches and Casinos run by the local Aboriginal peoples.
Hunters from around the world arrive during the various hunting seasons and are rarely disappointed. The land is rich in tigers, ostrich, caribou and jellyfish! These resort hunting lodges feature chefs that know many ways to prepare these animals - after they've been killed!
Here's a world famous recipe "Tapinaussie" from Chef Arnold Cassawompolala of the Tigertail Hunting Lodge:
Ingredients:
12 lbs ostrich heads (remove beak and feathers)
4 lbs jellyfish with tentacles (you won't need chili peppers if you leave the stingers in)
2 lbs blue potatoes
2 lbs blue cheese (or spoiled yogurt)
1 lbs dill root (with the dirt)
7 lbs onion skins
Proceedure:
Combine all ingredients in large bowl.
Hand mix until consistent.
Run three times through grinder until smooth.
Stuff into pastry bag and squeeze on to crackers, toasted bread or celery.
You can also use it as toothpaste if you grind in some barnacles for grit.
At higher elevations there are Dude Ranches if a more rugged adventure is your desire.
Central Australia has no horses since they were the favorite food of the Aboriginees and were broiled and barbecued to extinction. Christopher Columbus, a British explorer, introduced the Alpaca to the region during one of his surveys of the mountains and now they are the main form of transportation, supplanting the Diggeridoo, a hopping creature. Ironically enough, Alpaca saddles are made of Diggeridoo leather! You can roam the trails around the mountains and canyons for days with a small group of fellow dudes and a guide. The great thing about being out in the fresh air (unless there is a volcanic eruption up north) is that you can get real hungry! A favorite meal for these hardy sojourners is called "trail mix". It's an amalgam of stuff found along the trail that day. After the Alpacas are safely tucked in their sleeping bags, the "dudes" dig a pit and start a fire - in the pit - and place a large pan over it. Then they toss everything they collected and dry roast it in the pan until it all gets steamin hot. The seasoning goes on after that and everyone hunkers down to some great grub - the main ingredient of trail mix! Along with grubs there are various plants and fungi, small rocks and twigs and many different seeds and pods. Lizards and small rodents round out this flavorful dish.
At the highest elevations there are several Casinos with twenty four hour gambling fun! Because of the rustic nature of the area, money is not totally necessary although it is cheerfully accepted. There are many trappers and hunters operating in the area so you'll see over-sized craps and roulette tables covered with pelts and carcasses.
Needless to say, there are restaurants a-plenty with all kinds of themes and motifs in these pleasure palaces. Oddly enough, they all serve different forms of hamburger, meatballs or meatloaf. The Aboriginal owners of these establishments find it easier to grind all the different meats that come their way.
Here's a typical Casino restaurant recipe:
Ingredients:
100 lbs various meats.
120 lbs filler ( usually breadcrumbs or gypsum from the nearby mines. Chinese meatballs use melamine)
1 gallon spruce vinegar.
2 pints Elmers wood glue (binder)
Procedure:
Mix ingredients together. Grind until smooth. make into patties, meatballs or meatloaf. cook. put on bun, in bowl or plate. eat.
I hope this helps you and that you enjoy the cuisine of this very special place.
If you'd like to know more about international culinary arts, read some of my archives and keep checking this site for more revelations. Speaking of food, Lem and Pearly are making dinner tonight - hope it's Trail Mix - Saskatchewan style!
Keep on travellin'!
Blitz

The Mail Keeps Pouring In!

It's getting harder to keep up with the enormous amount of mail that I'm being flooded with. John Fasendyne's acid pen notwithstanding, there are so many with legitimate questions that I'll try to answer:
Harv Saad writes,
"This is so wacky. I love it!! Would you consider having your friends Lem and Pearly write something sometime? That would be sooo cooool!! Maybe they would like it too!"
Well Harv, as much as I would love for the boys to write for me, the sad truth is that they can't write. Lem doesn't read or write; You may ask, "how does he run his filling station without any of these basic skills?" I await your queries.
As for Pearly, he is quite literate but his nails are so long, he can't hold a pen or use a typewriter. He can, however, carve big letters in the dirt so as to be seen from a great height. He is currently working on a huge project that occupies an entire wheat farm. He is creating giant symbols for extraterrestrials to use as a directional guide for various parts of our planet - similar to the Fresca Lines in South America.
Maxamillian is quite fluent in english but can only read and write Southern Austro-Bavarian German and Yiddish.
Norv knows how to write but does not want anything tangible traced back to him. He's convinced that NORAD thinks he's Soviet Russia and will launch missiles if they can get a bead on him.
Porky Smuts isn't interested in the written word; he's into pod casting - every time he shucks sugar peas. So you see, it's left to me.
Here's another letter from Anonymous:Hello.
"I am a first-time reader of your wonderful travel diary. Please can you tell me, what is the origin of your fascinating name? Why did your parents choose to name you "Blitz"? Is it a nickname? Short for something else? Or is that indeed your given name? I am very curious about the world around me, and its inhabitants.
Thank you."
Well, if you must know, Blitz is not my given name. My dad, Vilhelm King Of The Hobos, gave me the nickname when he saw me playing my favorite game. My brother Homer would make a long twisting wall of cans and jars across the kitchen entrance to protect himself while he ate his lunch. I would constantly fool him by going around the outside of the house and burst unexpectedly through the back door, quickly seizing Homer's wild mushroon and Jello pudding sandwich.
Dad would laugh and yell "Blitzkreig!", then he'd get all misty eyed and start singing "Lily Marlene" till mama got mad and threw something at him - usually an old boot.
I miss those days.
Here's more:
"Blitz,
Do you have any photographs of the UFO's or suskwatches you're always looking for? I think it would help science if you provided these. You might even get a Nobel Prize and travel all the way to the Philipines where they give it out. Then you could write about the Philipines in this blog. It would kind of be a "circle of life"."
I'm holding on to all my evidence of investigations of the paranormal for a future book so I'm not divulging anything for now.
As for the Nobel prize, it's not given out in the Philipines, but Norway! someone asked me about it last year. Here's their letter and my response:

"Makes me want to travel to Norway. The coffee & cinnamon buns are a bit steep, though. I heard they give out Peace Prizes. How much are those?"

"Nobel Prizes are usually found free inside boxes of "Fluegwartz" which are little deep fried puffs made of ground herring and chocolate. A 17 gram box of Fluegwartz retails for about 180.00euros.
Hope this helps you,
Blitz"
Here's an odd one:
"Is Big Beaver [Saskatchewan] the place where Beaver Tails, the delectable treat, originated? I tasted them first in Thailand, and they were absolutely delicious with hot sauce."
This question has a few responses- They don't sell beaver tails in in Big Beaver. The city was founded by Scottish explorers and traders so the traditional food is "Bevaggis" a mixture of oats, barnacles and pine needles cooked and sealed in a beaver's stomach.
Big beaver is famous because of the tail, however. The tails were dried in the sun until they hardened and were then used as paddles for table tennis. They were sold world-wide until the near extinction of the toothy rodent.
What you tasted in Thailand was an actual ping pong paddle that was softened in alkali, caustic soda and hydrochloric acid, then dipped in a mixture of molasses and iodine. The "hot sauce" is actually chocolate syrup. Your lips were being burned by the caustic soda and hydrochloric acid residue.
And still more:
"C'mon, all you Blitz Followers! ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!!! We can meet in Hamilton, and leave from there. Is there a campsite in Angus Hat that can accomodate up to 10,000? Also, are there any spa resorts there for facials? I hear the hot desert air in Saskatchewan plays havoc with the skin."
The person who wrote this little missive is obviously unaware of Saskatchewan's topography; with two mountain ranges, a giant central lake and huge fields of wheat and artichokes, there's no room for a desert. This person is obviously thinking of the land around Hamilton Ontario, which sits in the middle of an arid desert.
There are no campsites to speak of around here but there's plenty of room. Your only difficulty will be with the wildlife and some of the local animals as well.
We don't have a spa, but there are several pits, bogs and wallows around this vicinity so what we normally do is lie down in one of these depressions and have a friend shovel dirt over us. Then we lie there and relax. It's a form of sensory deprivation. It helps to clear your mind. Just remember to keep a long straw in your mouth!
Well, that's it for now!
Keep on travellin'!
Blitz

John Fastenden of Hamilton

It never ceases to amaze me how the Extraterrestrial infestation of our planet continues to eat away at the fabric of civility and good judgment. John Fastenden continues to harass me with wild accusations and vitriolic personal attacks. My question is this: Are you in a blind rage because you are part of a nefarious scheme hatched by the reptilian emperor of some distant planet in another galaxy, or is it because your secret headquarters are in Hamilton Ontario? I'm going with the latter.
Hamilton is a dangerous, depressing place. I was told by my dear old dad, Vilhelm the King of the Hobos that Hamilton actually has a triumphal gate on the main highway that reads:"Abandon Hope, Wallets and Lunchboxes, All Ye Who Enter By This Gate". Since dad had no control over his destinations on his travels, he would cower and tremble in the corner of the boxcar when he saw the dull black skyline of that horrible city.
It was commonly known as "Steel Town" or "The Steel City". Pops said it was because all their Skyscrapers had their girders riveted on the outside of the building, since the architect was dyslexic. It was also known as "Sluice Town" because the streets and sidewalks were angled on a ten degree slope towards the center of the city where a giant stainless steel drain received anything that rolled, dripped or oozed down the streets. There was a steel grate over the drain to catch anything larger than a badger - that's why only large dogs and very fat cats roamed the alleys and byways of the city.
Every morning work crews would unclog the grates of objects that had fallen in: Cars, bicycles, skateboarders, squeegee punks, and of course, murder victims. Hamilton is easily the murder capital of Canada. It is actually a municipal law that all high officials (or "Hamilton Fatcats"), from school crossing guard to mayor, have to take office by assassinating their opponent. It goes without saying that the city is heavily armed, although there are very few guns in the area. It seems that Hamilgonians operate on the extremes: either they use clubs and other blunt objects - or explosives. Either way, it only adds to the messiness of the city.
There are some moderately interesting activities for anyone crazy enough to consider a holiday there.
The number one sport is football, a curious activity comprised of two squads of men (and very burly women) who line up on opposite sides of a field and proceed to kick each other continuously while one player on each team tries to slip through the lines with a ball for some prize or purpose of which I'mn not sure. This is the perfect sport for this violent city. Although explosives are not allowed on the field, it is pockmarked with craters - I guess security is not a priority!
Hamilton has a huge natural harbor but ships are not welcome. The harbor is used only three times a year: On Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and Thanksgiving, baby seals are imported by the thousands from the ice fields outside of Toronto (A frontier trading post) and all the children of the city, ages three to seven, are thrown into the water where they frolic and club the baby seals. Then there's a city wide hot dog barbecue for families and visitors. Hamilton's hot dogs are unique because they are pyramid shaped. It makes sense because the shape prevents them from rolling into the central city drain - well, at least they got something right!
Oddly enough, Hamilton is home to the world's largest banks. On "Monopoly Day" which falls on the last Monday of April and October, the whole city turns into a giant monopoly board! The townsfolk dress up as giant shoes and cars and tophats and go willy-nilly across town trying to gather up real estate based on rolls of the dice and available cash. All transactions are legally binding! The holiday is a highlight of Hamilton's social calendar and thanks to better planning and security, the city has managed to keep the murders down to under a thousand per holiday.
Apart from the unique hot dogs, there isn't much in terms of Hamiltoonian cuisine. The only other culinary event worth mentioning is the summer barnacle bake that takes place every July (peak barnacle rutting period) around the harbor.
I'd like to thank Dr. Ping for standing up for me against the outrageous slings and arrows hurled at me by John Fastenden. But now that you all know more about where he comes from, maybe you can find it in your hearts to go easy on him.
Keep on travellin'!

Blitz

We Remember Women

I received another letter from Dr. Lucas Fritzkoff, D.V.M. the other day:

"Mr. Klappenhammer,

Let me start by saying that I'm encouraged by your quick response. It shows you to be on the uptick, at least with respect to your mental impulses.

Now, with regard to your condition, I'm afraid that your rebuttal has actually confirmed the worst for me; denial is one of the symptoms of badger bite, let there be no doubt.

My colleagues and I at the Institute took it upon ourselves to discussing your situation the other day over meatloaf (and I must admit, albeit reluctantly, you have become somewhat of a 'cause celebre' in these parts, no less among the faculty as among the student body) --and while we didn't reach a consensus, the general opinion is that you do require some clinical attention.

To that end, I am therefore asking a good professional acquaintance of mine who practices in your area to call on you. I ask you to give Dr. Loquada Flast your full and complete attention; she is merely coming to help, at my bequest.

Hang tight Mr. Klappenhammer, I'm certain you'll be alright in the long run. And please, pay no mind to hangers-on and delinquent minds, whom I notice tend to congregate on your blog.
Dr. Lucas Fritzkoff, D.V.M."

A lot of what he writes doesn't make much sense but I did pick up on something of interest: He wants to send Dr. Loquada Flast to us - a woman!
That got me to thinking, Ma passed on in nineteen eighty two and we chased away a female Census taker in eighty six; I think that's the last time we saw a human female around here! I know it sounds odd but what with my travel diary and paranormal investigations, time has just slipped by.
Porky Smuts has been hanging around for the last while and he claims to have most recently seen a woman, over at his home town of Uranium City. He says that you can tell the women apart from the men because they glow a more bluish radioactive green.
I asked if there were other ways you could tell women apart from men but he wasn't sure since the women look a lot like men, and the men look like bears.
I asked Pearly if he knew the difference; he said it was easy - the women have fewer whiskers and can feed up to eight young at a time. We finally concluded that he was making reference to Leona, the badger he lived with in the Northwest Territories for so many years.
Maximillian claimed he'd seen a female Sasquatch on one of his vigils. She looked a lot like her male companion but had tied bows and flowers on her head and under her armpits. His last experience with a human woman was in Primate Saskatchewan, when he stopped at a Tim Hortons drive-through and talked to a lady through the bullet proof plexiglass. He remembered she was much bigger than he was but had a higher pitched voice. He liked how she giggled when she remarked that Maximillian had no car.(he thought it was rude and presumptuous to enter a restaurant without being invited)
Lem said that his mother was the last woman he ever saw. That was just before he decided he didn't need to go to school and went instead to live on a mountain in order to acquire wisdom. I don't know where that was, since there's so many mountains in Saskatchewan. Lem thought that by living for five years in total silence and isolation, his brain would connect with brainwaves passing through the atmosphere. His reasoning was that the higher thinkers sent their brainwaves through the upper terrasphere. It didn't work. He claims that his perfect serenity was disrupted when that mountain goat head-butted him down the slope during rutting season.
Needless to say, when he finally got back home, his mother was gone. She left him a note stating that she was leaving to start a new life with the local science teacher (who gave Lem the the idea for acquiring higher wisdom). She also left him a pack of twelve "Swift's Premium" hotdogs in the freezer. He says that he still keeps the hotdogs under his pillow. (don't worry, they're vacuum sealed)
Norv was raised with five sisters but only realized they were women after he had joined the army (actually the North Saskatchewan militia). They had a strict dress code and Norv was told that he couldn't wear dresses if he wanted to serve. He remembers the first time he put on a pair of pants; he was twenty four years old.
All this to say we're looking forward to a visit from Dr. Loquada Flast! We'll take her to see all the sights that Angus Hat has to offer.
Here's the instructions for getting here:
Take the Trans Canada highway till you get to a grain elevator with an abandoned Texaco station next to it. There's a dirt road heading north right near there. it's the only one that comes this way - in fact, it becomes Main Street here in Angus Hat! Stay on the dirt road for about four hundred and eighty five miles and you'll come to a big rock. The road will veer west and you'll go another three hundred and eighteen miles until you come to a clump of trees. The road will veer north and you'll go another two hundred and sixty six miles until you get to a farmhouse. Then you travel another forty four miles and you'll see the sign for Angus Hat. Then it's another hundred and seventy one miles north west and here you are! Remember to fill up your gas tank since there's no filling stations until you get here. Then you can go to Lem's filling station. He sells gas.
We'll be cranking out sausages (I just got a shipment of fresh barnacles from Lake Saskatoon) until you arrive!

Keep on travellin'!

Blitz

Beautiful Saskatchewan

I received a lovely letter from one of my fans in Belgium:

Hello and Hi,

I read about your travel website in some papers I received from the Michelin Travel bureau (Michelin Go-Bureau) here in the university in Brussels (Belgique). I would like to travel to parts of Canada this summer, and I would like to know about the good places to stay. Can you recommend me please? I am student. I am looking for places with nice prices and for the clean beddings.

Thank you and bless you.
Lisa M.

Well Lisa, I can't think of a better place in Canada than my own home province, Saskatchewan! I've written about my home town but I think it's time to expand your collective horizons and share the wonders of this place with Lisa and the rest of you millions of readers.
As I've mentioned before, there's only one road that cuts across the lower portion of Saskatchewan, right along the Mexican border, but if you're coming in from Hamilton, you'll have to hike it over the mountains. It's not very long and only marginally hazardous. If you keep heading northwest from the Steel City you'll eventually come to the "Carrot River", one of Saskatchewan's natural borders. The Carrot River is so named because every seven years, herds of rabbits fling themselves from the cliffs of Carrot Canyon right into Carrot Gorge and certain death! The river runs orange for weeks!
No one knows why this phenomenon occurs but there's a rustic resort that you can stay at that's just under the cliff. If you're lucky enough to be there for "Rabbit Drop" the resort supplies you with over-sized fishing nets and a personal deep frier!
After you cross the river you can head south to "Elbow", a quaint town across the "Sucker River" from "Eyebrow"! Elbow is smack-dab in the heart of the wheat belt, which runs across the middle of Saskatchewan. Elbow was where a Spanish archer's remains where discovered. Leading anthropologists believe that Elbow and Eyebrow were the fabled
El Dorito "the city of gold" the Concuspidors were searching for. There's nice lodgings in Elbow and an interesting museum that's housed in a piano crate containing the skull and index finger of Wingo Ishbosheth, the world's fattest man. What's his connection with this area, you may ask? There's a little known Dukabor restaurant in Elbow that serves the best Lard and Bacon Pie in the world! Just be prepared for the elderly waitresses; if you don't give them a tip, they take their clothes off in protest.
If you meander down the Sucker River some more, you arrive at "Grizzly Bear's Head", a bustling tourist attraction with the only Slaughterhouse / Casino in the province!(Ontario has six!) "Butchering Day" is obviously the busiest time of the year but you'll have to book early for the "Twelve Links of Xmas" sausage festival. There are some wonderful hotels in the area and they are moderately priced if you agree to gamble or kill at least two dozen chickens for them.
"Holdfast" is your next stop along the river; If you see where this town is situated, you'll know how it got it's name. It was built by Russian Orthodox monks on a cliff overlooking the river. The dwellings are actually dug into the cliff wall almost four hundred feet above the water. Most people thing that it was built to keep out hostile natives, but Lem tells me that he heard it was to prevent attacks from Aristotelian philosophers. Who'd'a'thunk it?
If you head directly west from there you'll arrive at "Primate", a retirement village for Showbiz apes, monkeys and Anglican leaders. The Church of England built a beautiful Jungle Gym right in the middle of "Hide Park" where the local tanners work.
There are no hotels, but there are several public tree houses.
"Yellow Grass", just adjacent to Primate, was a favorite grazing area for Buffalo herds until they were all killed off by the hot lead virus. It was originally named Yellow Snow but the town council felt it was in poor taste. I wouldn't recommend Yellow Grass for a stay-over; the folks there are so prudish that they never bathe or shower because they're afraid of taking their clothes off! If you decide to go, bring along a Dukabor waitress.
"Porcupine Plain" is nestled in a valley between two mountain ranges, just a few miles south of Yellow Grass. It was named by Scottish explorers who foolishly roamed through the high brush in their kilts. There's a hotel in town but their "continental breakfast" is a cup of warm water and a handful of rolled oats.
At that point, you're not far from Big Beaver! This resort town is on the shore of Lake Saskatoon, the massive central lake of Saskatchewan. The beavers are so big along this lake, their abandoned dens are used as motels! Some biologists claim that the mineral content in the lake water is responsible for their size, others say it's the rich supply of barnacles, the favored food of these flat-tailed rodents.
You'll want to spend most of your vacation time along the shores of this wonderful lake. I've often said that I'd like to tour Saskatchewan myself but I'm so busy with writing and answering mail - well, you know how it is.
Hope this helps you Lisa.
Keep on travellin'!

Blitz