Alberta Canola

July 20, 2007

We set out running right after work. The Just and I had our sights set on Smoky Lake, Alberta, a sleepy little town about an hour northeast of the city. Perfect night for it, too. Nary a cloud in the sky and a barely perceptible breeze running through the air. Windows down, loyal hound in the backseat, 120 plus. Highway 28 presented itself wonderfully and we marveled at the glacial pace at which a certain barn was crumbling to the rapeseed field surrounding it. The town of Smoky Lake appeared from around a bend in the highway and it was a beautiful entry scene. Surrounded by gently rolling hills studded with hay bales and sprawling, brightly colored canola fields, one might swear it was the English countryside. We passed the hotel restaurant (where I once demolished an astonishing BLT), a crumbling, abandoned hotel, and the World Famous Red Chimney liquor store. Stumbled into the Mohawk and were, doubtless, recognized instantly as outsiders. We were treated well nonetheless. Slushees in hand, we took to the countryside to admire Alberta’s most visually pleasing crop: Canola. Those fields of sturdy yellow (The photo you see up there is a false color image) were stirring in their size and pure yellowness. We took a zen approach to the whole thing. Exchanging nary a word between us, we just sat there and watched the plants sway in the breeze. A single long-beaked bird swirled overhead, protective of its nearby nest. A red Dodge pickup, rusted to the wells, stumbled by. The field swayed as a gentle inland sea,

rapeseed fields running yellow
sun on our backs —
harvest coming

Vignette #215

2 reader comments (closed)



Canola is my favourite grain. Whenever I think summer, I think canola and have an image of my father walking through his fragrant yellow fields. In fact, I’ve always said that if a man really wanted to impress me with flowers, he’d appear at my door with a huge bouquet of canola….

Thanks, Mike, for taking me there again, for taking me back to childhood and our farm on the Peace River.

Jul 24, 2007 • 12:22



Deborah! How nice of you to stop by. It has been too long.

I think that a sprawling, rolling Canola field is one the most beautiful things one can see in Alberta. Brings a smile to my face just thinking about it.

Jul 25, 2007 • 08:20

False color image of a canola field, Smoky Lake, Alberta

False color image of a canola field, Smoky Lake, Alberta



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