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Doug and I have appointed ourselves as the North West contention of the Power Riders. It was Doug's turn to choose the ride and a fine one he chose. An absolutely perfect day at around 70 degrees and only three and a half clouds in the sky. This will be my last ride before I start pointing my front wheel towards home. While heading to Fishawk Lake, we came across this wreck. I'm not sure when it happened, but they are tired of people reporting it. Took a picture of the hay bales while there and got one of a hayseed at the same time. I was tempted. :) We're thinking it was probably stolen. Inside is full of trash. This Fishawk Lake security guy made us promise to keep this place a secrete. The lake was built 50 years ago but they didn't provide a means for the salmon to reach it. They are now building a fish ladder to fix that. This is where that overflow drain comes out. I have a feeling this small community has some dark secrets. Lots of old farm houses on these backro