On Friday, we drive all day through the prairies of Sasketchewan. We find a spot at the charmed Comfort-Plus RV Park outside Regina. While Andre talks with our neighbors, I meet a lovely young girl and her new puppy. I write. I take the dogs out. I discover the Northern Lights glowing behind us. I run and announce this to Andre and his new friends. They nod and uh-huh me, then keep talking. I run back to photograph them, shivering. I remember the time when Jay was small, and we stood with Pete and Erin on the roof outside our apartment on Mechanic Street, awed by the Northern Lights.

We leave the next morning, late. The day is sunny, and warmer. The roads are good, as we continue through Saskatchewan.

When we stop to refuel, I realize yet another dream. I see the Craf-Tea Elevator restaurant and gallery shop. I first saw it in 2001, twice. I yearned to enter, to see, to taste. Today, I ran inside. Spotted three shelves of pies right inside the door. Based on fake whipped cream, I ditched the banana cream and chose one Saskatoon berry, and vanilla cream with meringue. To go.

Now, we've stopped for the night in Brandon, Manitoba. Dinner is ready. While Andre is sleeping, I have gone to the office here where I'm frantically posting—the wireless we paid for to use at our site didn't work. When I go back, we will have potato salad, coleslaw and leftover chicken with a reduced stock—I don't want soup again. And then, we will taste the pies.

Which leads me back to Mukluk Annie's. I said it was a strange and hollow feeling, having my dream realized. But, as Dad used to say, I must have been just talking to hear my head rattle. Because the truth is, it is a good feeling. An accomplishment. To know, to be wiser. And I still read the area maps and travel books. I look out the windows. There are more roadside delights to seduce me, luring me on.