I like Saskatchewan so much that when a Regina neighbour once told me he did not enjoy his trip to BC because the mountains spoiled the view, I understood his point. I did not agree with it, but I certainly did agree with what was implied by his comment. There is a wondrous majesty to the views one can see on the prairies. South of Regina, the mighty Dirt Hills rise perhaps a hundred metres into the sky, by B.C. standards a wart on the landscape. But from the very top you can see the Queen City, Weyburn and Moose Jaw at a glance. It is, in the old sense of the word, awesome.
I am sure I have opened myself up to ridicule by those comments. But people like me who have lived in Saskatchewan have developed buffalo thick hides. It is a province that fosters strong loyalties, even amongst those who move away. So when the Olympics marked Saskatchewan Day, I had to hustle down to the Saskatchewan Pavillion to see if anyone other than the provincial faithful - those of us in the know - would show up. Prairie Connection