We knew that sometimes we may not come across some ideal situations during our trip and our third workstay was not ideal for safety reasons, mainly. The hosts were wonderful, truly. An old time trapper and his wife, with lots to teach us, to be sure, but for safety reasons we could not really stay as Molly was the first child they had had stay on their farm, so the risks were too many. The trapper's wife had been ill and we understood that she hadn't been physically able to do the necessary work to look after a large farm house. But we offered to help get things cleaned up, but we the trapper was a bit afeared that the missus wouldn't take kindly to things being moved around and displaced, so that really meant that we hit a roadblock in how long we could stay there in those conditions.
We spent one day picking wild sage, which really was a wonderful workstay job to do, but just not ideal to drag Molly to a field for five hours to do this job. She was a trooper though and picked wild flowers, sat in the back of the pick up truck with a book or explored the field we were in.
Four freezers full of moose and rabbit meat. I made my first massive moose roast, complete with moose(!!) gravy. The funny story he told us was about his younger trapper Native buddy who spotted a moose on the near horizon one day. He got his rifle and when he shot, he thought he needed another round, so he bent down to reload. When he came up again, he realised the moose was still standing. So, he fired off another shot. Then when he looked back up, he realised the moose was still standing, so he fired off another shot. Finally, the moose was down. When they all went up to see the beast and start the arduous task of quartering the moose (with a workawayer in tow), to their surprise and dismay, he had actually shot three moose. And the roast I made was one of those badboys.
We felt really bad about having to leave, but we didn't really have a choice. Luckily, they have had close to seventy Wwoofers stay with them over three years and more were on the way to help them after we departed. It is just a different way of living, and it gave us a taste of how some people lived when they really lied off the land. It can be a really tough life.
B'N B Saskatchewan, Country Comfort with our host, Stephanie
We booked a bed and breakfast after leaving our workstay on the muggiest day. Oscar and I had a few meltdowns taking down the tent earlier, while mosquitoes attacked us relentlessly. So, when we arrived at this bed and breakfast, how happy we were to find a clean bathroom, a steady, cool breeze and no mosquitoes to be found. Our host, Stephanie greeted us and we roamed her wonderful property - cows, sheep, owls, an amazing black lab named Rocky and handfuls of kittens.
She discover a ewe that seemed to be lambing, but something was going wrong. Here is Oscar's version of what went down.
The next morning after breakfast, after Stephanie had realised what our mission was on this trip and how we were staying and helping on farms for food and lodging, she offered us two more nights to stay and help her out with a few things that she needed done on the farm. In return, we could stay in her sweet guest room, free of charge and she would feed us meals. Done! We spent the next two days doing odd jobs like tearing down a trampoline, tearing down an iron fence, gardening and weeding and a few other jobs. The breeze was steady, the sun was shining and we were well fed. It was a wonderful place to stay and we hope to land back at Stephanies in the fall to help her out again.
I discovered that I love the landscape of the prairies. golden yellows, emerald greens and with the perfect purple blue skies.