Finally, Canada

On Friday morning, Cliff and I showered and did laundry at the KOA campground and turned our faces toward Canada, which was only about forty miles from Glacier National Park.  We showed our passports, and when the crossing guard asked where we were going, Cliff looked at me and I said, "We don't know!"  I had a few ideas, thanks to suggestions from a reader in Canada, but they were pretty vague.  I can't even tell you which route got us into the place!  The guard suggested we stop at an information center in Cardston, where we might get some ideas of where to go next.  
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.  

There were antique tractors galore, many of them moving around the grounds.  

And then, the sight of a Cockshutt tractor made Cliff's day.

Cockshutt is the Canadian version of Cliff's Oliver.  Of course, the companies went out of business long ago, so these old models are all that's left.

The guys putting on the show were especially proud of this big dinosaur.  It had been hauled in from someplace else.  

We arrived at this place before noon and made sandwiches for lunch.  I suspect we spent three or four hours there, and it was just what the doctor ordered for Cliff.  Our first day in Canada was a great one.  We found a cheap motel in Fort Macleod and had the only go-inside-sit-down meal of the trip at Macleod's restaurant.  It was a great meal, and we had a wonderful waitress who said, "for sure" a lot.  

Oh, in Canada they call rest rooms washrooms.  I got a strange look when I asked where the rest room was.