This brochure arrived in the mail earlier this summer. I’ve seen it before – it’s familiar to me. And today I looked at it again. It’s been almost a year since I have been to Batoche. And it’s time. I need to get back. I miss the calmness. The smell. The scenery. What it means.
Trails of 1885. I did it on my own last year and it was hard. I wonder how this year will be?