It seems I’ve gone back to the Prairies
I grew up in Saskatchewan. Well, until I was fourteen, that is. I lived on a farm outside of a village called Osler, about 35 kilometers north of Saskatoon. The landscape is as flat as you can imagine and the snowdrifts are colossal.
The drive home, yesterday, was not horrible, but certainly reminded me of my youthful days. The mountains disappeared behind a wall of snow and the prairie came alive in front of me. I even managed to get a photo of a pickup truck – the official vehicle of the Saskatchewan farm.