For my 93-year-old Dad, a country drive–for someone who grew up in and climbed the mountains on the Washington west coast–a day with wide open Saskatchewan living skies with no mountains to block the view. A Clarkboro ferry ride, maybe not as grand as the ferries on Puget Sound, but still functional! A visit to Aberdeen, founded by kindred Scots no doubt. Then a Dairy Queen respite on the back deck. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.