From the Mountains to the Prairie

Bonnie here:

    White moths fluttered and darted everywhere today as we drove along Route 16 (in a clean truck!), the Yellow Head Route. Truck grills in this area are loaded with moths. The folks who have moose catchers on the fronts of their trucks? Those moose catchers are full of moths. We saw hawks and Canada jays, too, as we traveled through the prairie communities where it is still hazy from the British Columbia fires. ( Did I mention a few days ago that we could smell the smoke in our camper? We had driven in British Columbia where we saw smoke coming up from the ground. Orange tape was strewn around some trees, and we saw signs warning people of the danger of fire.)
     In Saskatchewan we drove by the picturesque town of Big Quill in the Quill Lakes. We saw no boats or marinas -- just lots of farm equipment and lots of grain elevators. The farmers were still out in the fields working at 6:00. It is very different from home.
   Yesterday seeing the trucks hauling logs and oil and then today seeing farmers trucking hay and grain made me think of Walt Whitman's "I Hear American Singing." Only since we are in Canada, the words would have to be "I Hear Canada Singing." So many people working hard. A lot is right with our world. I always am happy to be able to witness this for myself.
  You know how I have been paying attention along the trip to place mottos? Foam Lake, Saskatchewan's motto is "The Best Place to Live." At first I thought what a cocky motto, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Good for them. They love where they live.
    Tonight we are in Neepawa, Manitoba. Their motto?  The Land of Plenty. I like that one, too.