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                Querenia: Bed, but no Breakfast   | 
               
             
               Day Six of our journey started with  us waking up rather stiff and sore from a poor night’s sleep in the Bed &  Breakfast.  The bed I had been sleeping  on was at a 5° slant towards the floor, and the bed was only a single bed, so I  had to fight from falling off all night.   
We got up around 7:00, and there  was no coffee ready, as the host had promised.  
Ronald didn’t bother using the  showers, as they had left the window open, and things were very cold.  When I was able to close the window to take  my shower, I couldn’t find any bar soap.   Ronald let me borrow his.    When  we were finally ready to go around 7:45, then the owner finally walked in and  made coffee for us. 
Joe, the owner, was a rather  interesting fellow.  He is a bow hunter,  and spends January through March in the southern states, camping at various  locations with his six Labrador  retrievers.  He says he hunts a very   
              
                
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                  Home on the range at mile 36.7   | 
                 
               
              small type of pig.  He had just received  a new bow the day we arrived, and was thrilled with it.  Apparently his older bow had self destructed.   When we asked what his profession was, he  said he was a dog trainer.  He must have  income from some other source, though, as he seemed to be well off. 
                After chatting for about  half-an-hour over coffee, we hit the road just after 8:30.  As we drove through Montana, I must say it looked rather  desolate.  Everything was quite dry, and  rather flat.  At one point, we noticed  two cowboys and a border collie herding about 30 black Angus steers.  We were able to stop and take a couple of  pictures.  They actually herded them  underneath the road through a tunnel.  We  also saw a truck hauling three trailers. 
                As we approached the border, we  looked for a gas station to fill up, but couldn’t find one until we were right  at the border.  After filling up, we got  into line, and only  
              
              had to wait for two other cars ahead of us.  The Canadian border guard seemed totally unconcerned,  and didn’t even look at our identification.   She simply asked where we lived, where we were going, and said, “Have a  good day.” 
                At this point, I’d taken over  driving. We made good time to Lethbridge.  My cell phone changed the time, so I thought perhaps  we’d gained another hour.  It was about  4:30, and we both felt like having some Chinese food.  The Chinese restaurant we stopped at didn’t  have their buffet out until 5:00, so we just ordered the combo.  I was able to make contact via cell phone with  mom, and Ronald also called his parents on my cell phone.  I’m back on the Canadian plan, and not using  my roaming minutes.  Ronald has also started to use his debit card  for purchases, which is a new experience for him. 
             
              
                
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                  Sue, the Labrador retriever at the B&B wants to play   | 
                 
               
              As we approached Calgary, the roads turned into local streets,  but the traffic seemed to flow quite well.   There were several turns to make, and I was very glad to be able to  refer to the GPS which was sitting  on Ronald’s lap.  Again, I just love  traveling with GPS!  Even if we miss a turn, it only takes a  minute to turn around because we know immediately when we’re heading the wrong  way. (Whenever I have the voice prompts off time, I sometimes forget a turn is  coming up.) 
                It was about 7:00 p.m. when we  passed through Calgary,  and we didn’t want to stop driving until at least until 8:00.  We figured that if we were able to get just  past Calgary,  the prices of the motels would drop, and we could save a bit of money.  And so we pushed on, and started looking for  motels about 10 minutes outside of Calgary.  The only problem was, there was absolutely  nothing beyond Calgary.  It was all Indian reservation and  
              
              open  country.   
                So we decided to push on, straight  through to Banff.  However, when we approached the City of Canmore, Alberta,  we saw some accommodation signs, and pulled in.   The GPS told me that there  was a large strip of hotels on the other side of the highway, and, indeed,  there was.  The first hotel we pulled  into looked like a series of townhouse condos.   The girl at the desk said that they typically go for $200 a night, but  that because this was the off-season, they were only $95.00.  It turned out to be a complete apartment with  two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen.  
              
              We felt like we were kings for a  night!   
  I was also able to get Internet  connection in the morning, and so uploaded the web page.  Ronald had a shower, while I edited the crop  of pictures from the day before. 
              We traveled 1008 kilometres today. 
                
                
                
                
                
                
              
                
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                  Olympic village in Calgary   | 
                 
               
                
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