Waydon lies in the center of the Saskatchewan plains surrounded by a desert of sky, soil, and swaying wheat.  The only way to know where you are is to see the town name on the grain elevator towering above it, a constant reminder of the town’s purpose.  

Few trees exist in this vast expanse and those that do are normally by design–a guard against the unforgiving winds that roll across the land. The plains can burn you to a crisp under the unforgiving summer sun as winds carrying no relief streak across the land like a blast from a giant furnace. In the winter, the burnt grass surrenders to hard, crunching snow, and the wind switches from blasting heat to icy cold.

© Ian Paul 2017