FOAM LAKE, SK
Dave Epp was somewhere halfway between Saskatoon and Winnipeg this weekend, when he realized that for some strange reason there was a trail of cars behind him.
“Waut de schissjat is going on behind me?” wondered Epp, as he cruised through Foam Lake, Saskatchewan at 40 kms an hour. “Seems like I’m heading up a parade or something.”
Undeterred, Epp continued down the Yellowhead for miles in his F150, never reaching more than 60 klicks an hour.
“Ahhh, it’s a lovely day to look at the crops,” said Epp, turning to his wife in the passenger seat. “We have much to be thankful for now, don’t we, Tina?”
It didn’t take long and he saw cars following closely in his rearview mirror.
“And then the honking started,” said Epp. “One man even drove past me on the shoulder and gave me a little one finger wave. It’s nice to be appreciated.”
Epp also made sure that whenever the single-lane highway opened up with a passing lane, that he weaved back and forth between them so that no one could pass.
“I’m hoping to get back home to Vanapag by midnight,” said Epp. “I’ll bet I’ll be the first ever Mennonite to make it from Saskatoon to Vanapag in less than three days.”
A welcoming committee in Winnipeg has already formed and locals say they, too, are well-practiced in greeting Mr. Epp with the one finger salute.
