The views over the prairies in late summer are wonderful. They embody the richness of the land and the dream of so many settlers who came to these wide-open spaces.
However, the arrival of farmers shattered the former ecology of the prairies, contributed to nearly wiping out the bison and inflicted indescribable hardship on native cultures. I felt this dilemma as I looked out on the present-day landscape, the product of genrations of farmers’ hard work. Despite my conflicted feelings, I had to acknowledge the beauty I saw in the fields that rolled passed.
Barley field, MB, photo by Ken
Barley field, SK
Durum wheat field, SK
Wheat field, SK
In Yorkton SK, we stopped at the town’s tourist information centre. It’s set just off the Trans Canada on a parcel of land that is surrounded by golden crops. To my delight, it had a sample field of the grains that are grown on the prairies: wheat, barley, mustard, canola, soy and flax, and to in a lesser percentage corn and chickpeas. Each crop was identified with a sign.
I spent a while in this field memorizing the characteristics of the different grains so that I could identify what I was looking at as we traveled along the highways. I figured out that it was mostly golden Durum wheat, duskier barley, and the look-alikes canola and mustard with seedpods like delicate twigs. The only difference I could see between these two was the size of the pods, with mustard being bigger. Once, I think I saw flax with its tightly packed stems standing very straight.
The harvest begins when the combines take to the fields. They’re so big they take up both lanes of the country roads. After drying in the fields, the grain is loaded into transport trucks. They take the loads to grain elevators, big round metal ones now although many older wooden ones still stand. From there the grain is transferred to railway cars. The trains are endless, and if you come to a level crossing where you have to stop for a one, you might as well turn off your motor. The longest train I counted had 201 cars.
Wheat, cut, MB, photo by Ken
New elevators, photo by Ken
Old elevator still in use, photo by Ken
The vast stretches of ripe grain testify to the hard work of the farmers. A drive through the prairies at this time of year makes you appreciate their commitment and the work that goes into putting food on our tables.
Kitscoty grain elevator
Wheat field SK, photo by Ken
Abandoned barn, SK, photo by Ken
Lashburn grain elevator
Barley field MB, photo by Ken
Sure, we’ve been stopping to explore here and there, but it sure drives home the fact that Ontario is a big, big province. Quebec to Manitoba, from border to border, it’s more than 2,000 km. The route is lined with rocks, trees, lakes, rivers and more rocks and trees combining to create breath-taking scenery. Much as it reminds us of Group of Seven paintings, there’s lots more to see besides the landscape. Continue reading Seven days out and we’re still in Ontario!
When we travel with our tent, Ken and I have a finely-tuned chorography for getting ready. I have lists that are years old. We each have our own tasks that we do without even consulting each other. Our trips run smoothly because we’ve done this so often.
Juniper has introduced a new routine. Continue reading Did anyone think of making a list?
We’re soon off on another adventure. We’re going westward to explore our country and some northwestern American states. And we’ll be traveling in a new way, aboard a motor home. We named her Juniper and the name was carefully picked.
We have a dear friend named June. Continue reading Introducing Juniper
My memories of Japan will all be graced with images of trees covered in pink and white cherry blossoms, sakura in Japanese. We were so lucky to visit at this time and in a year when the blossoms are remarkably pretty and long-lasting.
Our first few days in Tokyo, Continue reading Sakura – cherry blossom season
In Japan, the konbini is omnipresent. On this trip, it provided us with meals, beer and snacks. If we’d needed, we could have gotten wine, umbrellas, lottery tickets, cigarettes, a white dress shirt or tooth paste. Manga porn is on offer along with all the other magazines. It’s also where we discovered the strawberry and whipped cream sandwich – which we didn’t try. We relied on it for our travel-sustaining coffee.
The konbini is a convenience store on steroids, the ultimate multi-service store. Continue reading The Konbini – your ally in Japan
Last night, Ken and I went out to supper with a few of Max’s English teacher friends. One of them, Lilly, asked me what I would like to take home to Canada from Japan – either an object or a concept. What a great question. After thinking over my answer, I chose this: how the Japanese handle the trash they generate while away from home. Continue reading It’s different in Japan…