Saskatoon - City of Bridges

Tuesday, September 18th
Wednesday, September 19th

Saskatoon




Bessborough Hotel, Saskatoon.



South Saskatchewan River.



Our Home in Saskatoon.



Ulrike Getting Ready for the Day's Ride.



Never Rode in a Skirt Myself.



55km's of Saskatoon Bike Paths.



Way Rad Pedestrian/Bike Bridge Suspended Between Two Highway Bridges.



Saskatoon Youth Mural Art Project by Bike Path.



Saskatoon Mothers Out For a Stroll.



Very Gripping Art. University of Saskatchewan.



Watch out!!



Yup, An Old Bridge. Downtown Saskatoon.



Historic Bessborough Hotel.



A Very Content Scrabblebiker. Art Cafe Near Broadway.



Yum! Coffee With Kahlua.



More Saskatoon Bridges.
Did I Mention It's Called The City of Bridges?



The Old and the New.



Trans Canada Trail Through Saskatoon.



Saskatoon Rowing Folks.



More Rowing Folks ...and yeah! a Brige.



Did I Mention Bridges?



Invasion of the Balloon People.



Faster Than the Speed of a Mitey Miss.



Cool Railway Bridge with Cycling/Walking Addition.
Across South Saskatchewan River, Saskatoon.




Gotta Make it Down From the Railway Bridge Somehow.
Saskatoon Has Made a Good Effort at Creating a Cycling Infrastructure.

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