Worlds Largest Tomahawk

Cut Knife Saskatchewan boasts the world’s largest tomahawk. Over 50 feet tall, it towers over the landscape, dwarfing  the tired homes and dusty main street.  Not visible from the highway, it sits hopefully on the edge of a tidy, empty camp-ground, waiting for travellers lucky enough to  remember what a road trip is. Mid afternoon and the only sign of life is a run down cafe where the waitress sits playing cribbage with a gentleman older than the peeling linoleum.

Ponder the road trip. Once the backbone of summer vacation, replaced by “all inclusive”, fading into obscurity. We can’t understand our world unless we look at it. It can’t be seen from a swim up bar….

World's Largest Tomahawk - Cut Knife, SaskatchewanWorld’s Largest Tomahawk
Cut Knife, Saskatchewan
Photo by Gerry Fox

19 thoughts on “Worlds Largest Tomahawk

  1. I love the kitchy stuff you can find all over Canada like the Canada geese in Wawa and the trumpeter swan in Grande Prairie. I always thought it would be nice to take a road trip from one end of Canada to the other and take pictures of this stuff for a coffee table book. We can be as cheesey here as they can be down south.

    • Canada is the ultimate country for a road trip.Each one of us should brave the Canadian Shield, and drive the top of Lake Superior. We have finally driven coast to coast, only Newfoundland remains.

      • I grew up at the top of Lake Superior in Nipigon, Ontario, population 1,600….salute! I remember driving to Thunder Bay which was Port Arthur and Fort William then and when we would pass the “Sleeping Giant” I would think “wake up, wake up” I wanted so badly for him to awaken and stand up. He never did.

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  4. Now this is writing at its best…

    Mid afternoon and the only sign of life is a run down cafe where the waitress sits playing cribbage with a gentleman older than the peeling linoleum.

  5. There is an anecdote about Saskatchewan, but I don’t think I should write a blog about it.
    It was about how I visited Regina the first and only time in my life.
    I was lucky in a sense because I could have killed someone in Birds Hill Provincial Park…

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