Before I tell you about the cool farmers market in Logan Square, I want to point out to everyone that for the second week in a row the Chicago Tribune has plagiarized my work. I know your thinking why, why would the largest newspaper in Chicago bother stealing from our little travel oriented blog. I will tell you why; the Chicago Tribune is out to get me. First they bash all Chicago Public Schools teachers and clinicians in an unrelenting campaign to rid the world of public education, and then they carelessly follow my lead in all things Hennacornoelidays. It started with their three-part article about Charlie Trotter’s (published a couple of days after my blog entry about the same man) and then continued with today’s article concerning Saskatchewan. Here is what the anti-union/ corporate thugs wrote: http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2012-08-28/travel/sc-trav-0828-saskatchewan-20120828_1_national-parks-egg-rolls-royal-saskatchewan-museum And here is our modest article published one year prior https://hennacornoelidays.wordpress.com/2011/07/04/the-drive-to-cyprus/
OK, the Tribune article is little more focused. But it also misses some of the beauty and grandeur that lies in between Saskatchewan’s middling towns. To travel on Transcontinental Highway 1 through the Canadian prairie is a lesson in isolation as for long stretches (hours and hours of time) one can drive and not see any chain hotels, few diners, and just the occasional train running parallel to the road. And we are talking the equivalent to Interstate 80 here.
But we are not today traveling through the Canadian landscape (although for the last few days I have been looking at ferry and train routes to and through Newfoundland). Today we are home and spent some the day looking for farm fresh eggs. While in Yosemite we made the mistake of accepting fresh eggs from our neighbor. There is no going back. A month ago our neighbors here brought us to the Iowa City farmers market. It was enough to make us wish we lived there. I am happy to say that the Logan Square Farmer’s Market is almost just as cool. It has snow cones, organic fruit and veggies galore, smoked fish at just $10/pound, cheeses, hard liquors distilled in Ravenswood, food trucks, and a lot of meat. People were as hip and friendly as they were in Iowa and Logan Boulevard was transformed into something not quite rural, but altogether sustainable. It felt good to be home.