Yesterday afternoon was sunny, warm, and clear-skied, so when hubs gave me the ten minute notice for our road trip, I was more than ready.

I never know our destination when we head out and I never ask. Having no expectations and the surprise element make it all the more enjoyable.

One of our stops was at an almost ghost town about an hour’s drive south of here. We’ve always fondly referred to Lake Alma (a one-time village, then hamlet, and now with less than 30 residents, just a dot on the map), as L.A.

The surrounding countryside with its rolling hills and badlands made for a nice change of scenery from the prairie flatlands we call home.

The hotel in my feature photo has long since closed it’s doors, but I wanted the photo because the sign is the only thing in the area that makes reference to Saskatchewan’s L.A.

“Road trips are the equivalent of human wings. Ask me to go on one, anywhere. We’ll stop in every small town and learn the history and stories, feel the ground, and capture the spirit. Then we will turn it into our own story that will live inside our history to carry with us, always.”

Victoria Erickson