Do we take Canada for granted? I’m guilty, but I plan to change. Here on Canada’s 151th birthday, is a reminder of why I love Canada, and why you might, too.
Oh, Canada, forgive me
Look Canada, I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. Yes, I’ve been taking you for granted, assuming you’ll always be there when I get back from sultry Vietnam or chic Paris. But now, as I head off to Dundas, Ontario, for my husband’s friend’s annual Canada Day cycling riding and barbecue party, with all the Canadian flags and people dressed in red and white, that I realize how much you mean to me. Especially today, on your 151th birthday celebration.
So forgive me, Oh Canada. It’s not that I don’t care. Here are some reasons why I love Canada:
Happy Canada Day
1) Why love Canada? Because of PEI oysters
Yes, I know I cheated on you and ate oysters from Normandy. Twice. But those oysters meant nothing to me. It just happened. It’s you I love, especially with lemon. So pure. So perfect. You, PEI oysters, are the pearl of the shellfish world.
Oyster heaven in PEI
2) I love Canada because of Emma Lake, Saskatchewan in the boreal forest
I love the little row of cabins on Okema Beach at Emma Lake surrounded by pine trees, and the rustic artist camp there where so many international art stars of the 60s came to stay. We really are childhood sweethearts because I spent all the summers of my childhood there, and I appreciate that you are so alluring that big name New York artists such as Kenneth Noland and Jules Olitski came calling, as did the critic Clement Greenberg and the British sculptor Sir Anthony Caro and even composer John Cage.
Emma Lake rocks! Or at least it waves
Canada has wildlife
And just because a Canadian bear chased me near our cottage one night, it was a mere glitch in our relationship and when a half wolf, half husky Canadian sled dog chased it away and saved me, my love for you, Oh Canada, was restored. I’m not so keen about the mosquitoes … but every relationship always has flaws.
Rocky Mountains, Canada, I love you
3) I love you, Canada, because of Banff, Alberta
I adore the Banff Centre in Banff, Alberta, with all those crazy artists and mathematicians and dancers and jazz musicians, and I’m passionate about the Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel that has the most beautiful mineral pool (even if it’s infused with mineral salts from Europe rather than healing Saskatchewan salts from Manitou Lake). I appreciate the hiking fanatics and the steamy natural hot springs up on Sulphur Mountain (except when the pool is really crowded or I get chased out by lightning) and of course, all the fudge stores in town are pretty sweet, too.
I just cycled in a heat wave and nearly fainted.
And I love that Rocky Mountaineer, the luxury train that sails through the spectacular Canadian Rockies, can take you to places like Banff and Jasper – and, as this is the third year I’ve been one a brand ambassador, I also hope one day I’ll be able to get a good wildlife shot from their outdoor viewing car. Because I’ve tried, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Awenda, you’re beautiful
4) Awenda Provincial Park, up north in Ontario on Georgian Bay
Why love Canada? Because of Beach 4, the one at Awenda Provincial Park that takes ages to walk to from the parking lot so sometimes we take our bikes. I like the beach especially at dusk when everyone has left and we wish we could stay there all night, but we have to leave to find a crappy motel that is cheap and – this is important – has availability on a long weekend. I recommend the Shamrock in Midland.
5) Don’t forget the bike trails in Canada
I’m especially fond of the rails to trails paths like the one that runs through Caledon, Ontario, which is nice and flat. I enjoy the one we cycle every year in Dundas, Ontario, that goes through a protected area – except I’m not thrilled about the part where you need to dip down a steep ravine because my bike wheels slip on the dirt. And I love that it’s different every year – like last year we got caught in a thunderous downpour and this year it was in 35 degree celsius heat. (That’s 96 Fahrenheit!)
Of course the Confederation Trail in PEI has a special place in my heart as well.
More than a pretty face
Why I love Canada
Bike trails like that make me realize how much I care about you, Oh, Canada. And don’t get me started on snorkelling with belugas in Churchill or road tripping in Quebec. So let’s start over. I’ll take you for dinner. We’ll have wine, a Chardonnay from Niagara, and I’ll buy you flowers from the flower shops on Avenue Road in Toronto. We’ll have Ontario strawberries dipped in chocolate and I’ll sprinkle fresh garden produce from the Saint Lawrence Market with ancient sea salt mined in Saskatchewan … mixed with some Rosemary and lemon. We’ll eat beef tenderloin sourced in Alberta and I’ll never take you for granted again.
Read more about Canada: For more about travel to Canada visit my Things to do in Canada article. Happy planning!
OK. I love everything you wrote here BUT! I think you missed a whole West Coast trilogy; perhaps an ode to West Coast Wild Salmon, blackberry crumble and maybe some Okanagan wines?
Just a thought. I’m feeling like we got neglected in your love letter to Canada.
But then again, we in the West are like that, always thinking we got missed with all that Ontario-Centre-of-the-Universe stuff.
But I second your tribute to Saskatchewan. It’s often missed and I’m glad you allowed time for its proper due.
All in all, a fitting and lovely letter to a wonderful country.
Thank you.
Nicely done, Carol. You are forgiven and welcomed back into the fold.
I like your style, girl and delighted that Evelyn Hannon introduced us.
No one but you could write this. Really charming and a unique take on the whole what is it about Canada that one likes thing. I never thought of looking at specifics!
Ah…the possibilities are endless. Colleen Friesen brought the number to thirteen. Here’s #14: if Mr Bear had actually caught up with you and taken a chomp, the doctors in Canada would patch you up and send you home rather than straight to bankruptcy court.
Enjoyed the read Carol. Love that you mentioned Saskatchewan. I accidentally stumbled across your blog & was pleasantly surprised to see your name attached. Hardly recognized you with your platinum hair. I remember your long beautiful shiny black hair. You’ve come a long way since our days at Haultain elementary. ♡
Good point, Michael. My takeaway is that vicious bears attacks are better in Canada. Excellent.
I do love the big old trees on Vancouver Island, Colleen. And the Ancient Cedars Spa at the Wickaninnish Inn.
You’ve hit on lots of reasons to love Canada! Being Canadian, we’re of course partial to Canada :-). We used to think other countries were so much more exciting to visit. Now that we’ve done quite a bit of traveling (and the world is going through so much turmoil now with the refugee crisis and terrorism), we’re loving Canada more and more – it’s safe, there’s not too much disparity between people (we pay for everyone’s basic health care) and the people are really friendly and polite (and elitism isn’t too big a problem). We’re always happy to come home from a trip now. Of course, living in beautiful Victoria is a real bonus :-).
The sunsets in Saskatchewan are gorgeous! The pickerel is divine and the canoeing is serene.
Saskatchewan misses you, Carol.