When the dreams you had been building are yanked away, you often find yourself going home. In this case, we all found ourselves with a whole lot of time and a farm that, despite being an eyesore, kept calling us home.

This is a story about how I got made fun of for acting like a child among some beefy machinery on a peaceful Sunday exploring the lovely town of Estevan, Saskatchewan. In my defense, we didn’t have these beastly machines nearby where I’m from.