Ha! I've even been north of Brandon - to Riding Mountain National Park and parts north. I have happy memories of that trip, including when our camper-trailer came loose from its hitch and set off down the Shell Valley without us. "Holy socks!" my father cried. (Dear man.)

Friendly Manitobans seemed to come out of nowhere. Somebody fetched the local farmer, and he kindly used his tractor to get the camper out of the ditch. We stayed in a motel that night (my first time in a motel or hotel) and watched a funny show on the BBC. We laughed our heads off.