Today, I embark on a perilous journey to the frozen wasteland known as Winnipeg. It’s a flat, barren place of snow, dirt, and bison (much of the first two being located on top of the last one). Endless squares of farmland stretch to the horizon under a think blanket of snow, and where the rivers meet, in the city, one can buy knicknacks, interesting snacks, and miniature souvenir canoes. Polar bears roam freely through the city streets, sushi is scarce, and cattle farmers drive snowmobiles up and down the frozen river, beer in hand, with shouts of “whoo hoo!”
Whoo hoo, indeed.
More reports to follow.
Image: The weather report for Winnipeg.