I was in Regina, Saskatchewan for a few hours yesterday with a prospective customer. Regina’s the home of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and it’s a fair ways north. After work, we went to a (really good) steakhouse, emerging with full bellies around 10:00 p.m. It was still light out; the sun was just going down. “How far north are we?” I asked — about 50 degrees. The sun came up full at about 4:45 this morning… just in time for me to get up and catch my flight back out.
Regina is an interesting city. Although I was there for (way) less than 24 hours, my initial impression is one of frontier city meets suburbia. There are neighborhoods that could be lifted directly from the North Shore of Chicago, with Prairie style architecture and original (wavy) glass. Downtown has a mix of buildings old and new; glass, concrete and steel. Nothing is more than 10 minutes’ drive away.
My pal Rick lives there, and he said all the trees were imported and planted… and as the photo shows, once you reach the edge of town there isn’t a whole lot on the horizon except more horizon.
Photo from the Air Canada ramp at Regina International Airport.
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