We stopped in a little place in Saskatchewan, and were encouraged to go into the town to see the swinging bridge. Both John & I thought swing bridge, not swinging. Anyway, we tried to walk across it, but the dog couldn't get her sea legs. She was flipping and flopping all over the place as the bridge did its swinging. It was pretty funny to us, but not so much to her. We gave up.
We kept seeing all this white stuff in Sask, which looked like snow, but clearly wasn't. I could look up what it is, but I haven't yet. Potash maybe? If anyone knows, let me know.