By the way, in Canada "center" is spelled "centre", and a check is a cheque. There was a carriage museum there, but Cliff didn't think it sounded very interesting, so we passed on that and started driving.
Folks, if you ever visit Canada, be forewarned: the roads aren't marked nearly as well as ours. This wouldn't have been an issue if our GPS hadn't been confused all the time we were there, but the silly thing was lost in Canada! So as we drove through the wheat fields taking in the solitude and scenery, we had no idea where we were going to end up.
And then I happened to see a sign that read "Farm Museum".
"Cliff, that sign said 'Farm Museum'."
He seemed to be in a daze, looking straight ahead.
"Cliff, it's a farm museum, and I think the sign said something about tractors!"
That got his attention, so we kept our eyes peeled for another sign, and were soon rewarded. It happened to be perfect timing, because the people at the museum were getting ready for a tractor show, Cliff's favorite form of entertainment.
And then, the sight of a Cockshutt tractor made Cliff's day.