Everything is totally flat. Well, almost totally flat. We are in the prairies, “Canada’s Bread Basket” my atlas says. There are huge fields of wheat waving in the wind, like brown and yellow ripples of water that go on and on. It’s easy to see buildings for miles because there’s nothing to block them. I like the grain elevators best, tall wooden buildings that stand near the railroad. Some are grey and old, but some are bright yellow and red and have words like “Pioneer” and "Reliance" on them. That sounds so romantic. Most of the farmhouses are hidden behind trees. Dad said winter storms hit the trees first preventing damage to houses. That makes sense, but for me I’d plant trees just so I could look at something green.It’s so hot we have all the car windows open and us girls take our shoes off and stick our feet out the window. Sam sometimes takes off all her clothes when Mom isn’t looking. I never knew a kid who liked being naked so much. At home she rides around on her mustang bike buck naked, with old playing cards in the wheel spokes to make a flap-flap sound. Mom says hanging our bare feet out the windows looks trashy, and people in the other cars will look down on us but I don’t care. Well, I don’t care because it’s not just me doing it and no one can really see us as they whiz past. Anyway, I bet she’d do it too it she could.
We stayed in a place called Medicine Hat. I like that name. I wonder if it refers to one specific hat.
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