Game
an endless prairie drive
Aunt Carol is putting on a perogy supper in Maple Creek, clear across the province, and you are in Moose Jaw with most of a tank. Point the truck west.
Saskatchewan is flat, long, and full of small mercies, and the game leans into every one of them. The sun tracks dawn through golden dusk into a starlit night. Thunderstorm walls roll in as slate skies and rain. Geese drift overhead in ragged skeins and occasionally let off a volley of nasal honks. There is one hill on the horizon that will still be on the horizon in two hundred kilometres, and the distance signs actively refuse to count down: MORSE 58 km, drive a hundred clicks, MORSE 53 km.
One highway, one supper to get to. It’s a single HTML file with no build step, and it’s over when you arrive.
Start driving