When I graduated high school in 1972 I had wanted to go to Canada for a few years. Was going to take my motorcycle but my mom convinced me to take a brand new 72 Ford F250 dad had bought instead (hard convince*****). We had just finished wheat harvest and corn was laid by. Drove up around Winipeg and I was amazed that they were windrowing wheat. Had ran across wheat crews on the way up in the Dakota's.

My first of quite a few trips to Canada over the years.