The next stop on our itinerary was going to be Malmstrom Air Force Base, but we needed a stop-over on our way so we headed South out of Edmonton toward the Canadian border and a small town called Milk River.
On our way we to Milk River we discovered a town called Drumheller, touting itself as the Dinosaur Capital of the World. In the middle of the town square is a huge 86 foot high T-rex. You can actually climb inside him and go up to his mouth to see the whole town. Unfortunately, the park did not allow dogs, so I jumped inside the park to visit the Visitor’s Center and take some pictures. There was a Dino Walk throughout the city, but since the camper isn’t fun to drive through city streets, and since we had another long day of driving the next day, we decided to skip the Dino Walk and continue down to see some of the other attractions Drumheller had to offer.
Our next stop was a suspension bridge over the river. We decided this was a nice place to stop for a picnic lunch; I packed some turkey sandwiches and chips. But before sitting down to our feast, we ventured over to the suspension bridge. Daisy was leading the way until she hit the bridge and she saw the see through grate floor. She refused to go out on the bridge, even with me pulling her. Change of plans: quick detour to put Daisy back in the car so we could run out on the bridge—that is practically what we did. It was hot out and I was afraid someone would call the cops, or worse break the window to get her out of the hot car (it wasn’t that hot in the car, we had the on AC 2 seconds ago, and we were out and back in about 4 minutes flat).
We met a nice Calgary family at the Dinosaur Town and they caught up with us again here. They gave Daisy lots of loving because their dog’s name is Daisy too!!
Check out the pictures of Drumheller and the Bridge:
The next stop was to see the Hoodoos. Hoodoos are rock formations. The word Hoodoo, similar to voodoo, was used by aboriginal people to refer to evil, supernatural forces. Some people believe hoodoos were giants turned to stone by the Great Spirit due to their evil deeds. (according to sign posted at the site).
We continued down Hwy 56, over Rte1 and down Hwy 36 to Hwy 4 to Milk River and the Under 8 Flags Campground. The campground was so named because the land had been under 8 different country flags in its history. It was a small but nicely maintained campground that had gazebos and horseshoe courts along the side. The host came driving out as soon as we pulled out and assigned us to a spot right next to the river. He also notified us that they don’t take credit cards, a fact I was not told when I called to inquire about reservations (I was told they never fill up). We only had one Canadian $20 bill, so after unhooking the truck (we weren’t planning on unhooking), I took the truck into town (2 blocks away) to the nearest ATM and they didn’t take my card…what? USAA is accepted everywhere, or so I thought. So we took our last $20 Canadian bill and added a $10 check to the envelope and called it a day. With the conversion rates, they made a few bucks on us. We had a nice relaxing evening and a good night sleep and on to Malmstrom.
