When we moved from Thompson to Leaf Rapids, provincial highway 391 wasn't yet complete; we had to fly in. Here Mom and I bear witness to the road's construction, somewhere just outside Leaf Rapids. I suppose this means we were among the first to use the new highway. 391 remains a gravel road, save for a few kilometres near Leaf Rapids itself.
I don't remember us ever owning a green Ford like this, though the muddy icicles clinging to its frame are familiar enough. I wonder what I'm clutching in my hand.