Although Holdfast, Saskatchewan has a diner, two lovely churches, a James' Grocery, two baseball diamonds, and the world's tiniest insurance agency:
Holdfast does not, I repeat, DOES NOT have a GAS STATION.
Which is, as you can well imagine, a spittin' pity when one is as low on gas as I was.
How low on gas, was I, you ask?
THIS low.
After dropping The Boy off at the ball diamond in Holdfast, (which, by the way, is FENCED, thus PERFECT for The Boy's Friend, who, smacked a HOME RUN and was able to run (nay, saunter his way) around the bases....) I set off for the town of Findlater. Yes, FINDLATER, for gas, 19 km down the road.
Now. Here's the thing that got me flustered.
Although there is a sign, with G A S spelled out in BIG BRIGHT LETTERS, and it was only 6pm, on the 2nd busiest highway in the whole province, you would think, wouldn't you? That there would be GAS AVAILABLE.
No. Closed, they were. At 6pm on the second busiest highway in the Province of Saskatchewan.
(Confidential note to Race Trac Gas in Findlater, Saskatchewan:
You might want to consider EXTENDING YOUR HOURS.
Best,
Lise)
What was I to do?
I considered crying. But that wouldn't have done anyone any good, and I wasn't wearing waterproof mascara.
I could try driving south, to the town of Bethune? Yeah. That's what I'll do.
So off again I went. 16 km on the second busiest highway in the Province of Saskatchewan.
ON FUMES.
No sooner had I pulled up the gas pump at the corner of Kelvin & Ford - when my car sputtered pitifully to a stop.
Perfect timing! I thought! I've run out of gas and I'm AT A GAS STATION!
My self congratulation only lasted about 6 seconds. Because it was about THIS time that I realized...NO. It couldn't be! CLOSED?!?!?
Closed.
Being that Bethune, Saskatchewan, in addition to rhyming with Spitoon, Saskatchewan is a smallish (generous) town, perhaps if I called the gas station, perhaps I could reach the proprietor, and perhaps he or she could open the door and sell me some gas for an inflated rate.
Yeeeaaaahno.
Luckily, CAA is a close personal friend of mine. After calling them, and realizing that I would have quite a wait, while they made their way to the town of Bethune, Saskatchewan - I set out with my faithful companion, Isaboo to explore.
Bethune, as I may have mentioned before, is a smallish town and this is what we saw:
I know. Exhilerating.
It was only when the Nicest Person In the Town of Bethune (decided by ME) stopped to ask if I was in need of help. No, I replied. Help in the form of CAA is on the way. But thank you, nice lady for asking.
After an hour, Brad, the owner of Evans Towing, came rumbling down the road in his badass tow truck.
(Brad, you should know, is in posession of the most startling green eyes you have ever seen. This, paired with perfectly straight teeth, and 20 bucks worth of gas has a most disarming effect) I kicked myself for not getting a photo, but I was distracted. By the GREENNESS OF THE EYES.
Not only did Brad, Owner of Evans Towing, located in Lumsden, Saskatchewan RESCUE me, and get me on the road again, he also, in his super manly way, PLUCKED A WOOD TICK OFF OF ISABOO. A situation which was downright vexing me while at the same time giving me a serious case of the skeeves.
I'm not kidding when I say Brad? Is my HERO.
After filling my tank to the 1,2,3,4,5 dash, I was on my way back to Holdfast, where they don't have a gas station, but had The Boy, where I arrived to see the last two innings which also had The Boy hitting a double.
Aah. Small town Saskatchewan. Beautiful and lovely. But fill your tank before you go.
Lise
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