I woke up to a pretty empty campground. With the changing season and the cooler weather having arrived I don’t really see anyone in tents anymore. With plenty of ground to cover I wasted no time packing my things and getting on the road.
My main destination for the day was a small town called Minnedosa where a cousin of mine lived that I had yet to meet. Growing up in Brantford I didn’t know many relatives on my dad’s side due to them living so far away, because of this I get quite excited when I get the chance to meet another Melnick.
I made it into Minnedosa and pulled up to the house where my cousin Ben was waiting. We greeted one another and began chatting up a storm. Being a pretty deep individual, we found ourselves getting in some fascinating conversations with one another. Ben was an artist and taught music, he had a few students that were coming by for lessons so we had to cut our conversation short. He was free again in 4 hours so I drove into a nearby town and grabbed a bite to eat, passing time as I worked on the blog.
The time flew by and soon I was venturing back to his house where we continued a fascinating conversation with one another. His wife had arrived home as well, a kind woman who Winnie had a blast with as they played about. Time was flying and before I knew it midnight had arrived. It was tough saying goodbye. Ben gave me one of his CD’s for the road and just like that I was off once again.
I was still feeling awake enough to cover some ground so I drove another 120 km into the night to a campground on the edge of Manitoba where I pitched my tent and called it a day.