Day 24 Reston MB

Friendly Manitoba isn’t just a slogan on a license plate. It is the moto of everyone we meet today as we arrive in the little community of Reston Manitoba.

Our drive from Winnipeg was uneventful and the landscape spread before us, as it does on the prairies, but the urban sprawl of Winnipeg gave way to the remoteness of rural Manitoba. The sights along the way were new and captivating for us as canola fields glowed almost a neon yellow, the walls of hay bales demanding notice, and the circular flight patterns of flocks of snow geese, all common place here perhaps, but not at all common for us.

Endless canola
Walls of hay bales

Reston appeared in the south-west corner of Manitoba. A delightful stop on our way to Grasslands National Park. The National Park was just too far for a leisurely driving day, so Jonathan had arranged a one-night stop in Reston Lake Campground. This little place is a place you might read about in a novel or see in a movie. It’s the kind of a place everyone wants to live, but it just doesn’t really exist. Well, it does in Reston.

The campground is a small municipal park. It has a man-made swimming hole, a water park, a golf course, hiking trail and Co-Op take-out and ice cream stand. We had gotten an email with our reservation that told us to go straight to our site. “Natalie” had left a note on the registration desk that she wouldn’t be back until later, so there was no way to “check-in”.  One might think that not a nice welcome, until we arrived at our site to find a little welcome package tied to our water tap. It had a welcome note, town maps, information on the area and little gifts from local businesses! Everyone who walked by our site said “hello and welcome”, and the little campground had a happy vibe! 

Taken from inside the trailer, so we are right in the middle of things!
Looking across the swimming hole at our trailers
The biggest bucket splash I have ever seen in this little splash pad!

We decided to walk into downtown (the whole community is 5km2!) to support some of the businesses that were so welcoming. We discovered a quiet, well cared for town. Friendly people greeted us and engaged in idle chatter. Even groups of teens would wave and offer a good word. We saw countless examples of just how community minded this little place was. Such a delight!

A town beach volleyball court. Artwork on the fence was done by a local art club!

Obligatory ice cream stop!
Local library that we were welcome to use...not sure how that would work, but a nice gesture!
Love the name!
Little trails everywhere inviting you to wander.
We walked the Peanut Line - an old railway bed that was an important part of the communities history as a junction. It was called the Peanut Line when locals thought the train whistle sounded like the peanut carts - the name stuck. This trail, again built and  maintained by the community is a work in progress. Each time they raise enough money, they put another sign on the self-guided trail to share their history!
They even have a community orchard!! Quite impressive too. 

We learned there was one bar in town and since this was a Friday night we thought we might check out the local night life. Not sure what they do here when the sun goes down, but this wasn’t it. We found the Rest ‘n Inn and Bar without any problem. The open sign was lit and David went in to explore but there wasn’t a single soul there! So, we had a lovely walk back home.

Farm equipment makes a cool sunset silhouette!
The only local bar. Where is everyone on a Friday night?
Back at the trailer 💓


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