Our Best Friend, Canada
Every time I come north of the border, as one who loves pretty county, I never cease to get an eyeful of it. No matter what part or province we cross into, from Ontario in the East to British Columbia in the West, Canada never fails to please the eye of the beholder with everything from panoramic Rocky Mountain wilderness to cities that spring suddenly out of the rolling prairie looking as if they'd just been uncrated last week.
The boat ride from the British Columbia mainland to Vancouver Island is a visual adventure of it's own with open water to port and a chain of snowcapped mountains to starboard and the huge craft moves so smoothly through the water you can hardly tell you're moving until you look outside.
The Island itself was one of the few remaining places on the North American continent I had never been and I was glued to the windshield as we pulled the bus out of the hold of the big boat when we made landfall on the Island side and the ride to the village of Nanaimo was worth the trip for somebody like me who never tires of looking at the variety of God's creation.
When I went out for my walk this morning there was a deer coming down the street, eventually walking on to the sidewalk in front of me and stopping at a parking area just up the street where she stood looking at me as I tried to take her picture on my phone camera.
I walked into a neighborhood that looked like a page out of Better Homes and Gardens, each little yard resembling a small piece of an Augusta National fairway with nary a piece of flotsam, jetsam or fast food wrapper lying around to spoil the view.
Canada abounds in natural resources with millions of acres of pristine timberland that has never seem an ax or saw and vast pools of petroleum which they'd like to share with their neighbor to the South, the negative efforts of a reticent president notwithstanding.
Agriculture comes in many varieties and colors, with amber oceans of small grain rolling gently in the wind, the brilliant yellow canola fields of central Canada and something, I don't know just what, that covers big patches of earth with a bright purple bloom and contrasts with the green alfalfa fields in wild profusion.
Canadians are quietly dignified in an earthy sort of way, courteous and friendly with an inborn and abiding love for the active outdoor life and live in a country where winter sports and hunting and fishing are second to none.
Canada is a dichotomy of the modern age and the pioneer period, from the fashion conscious avenues of Montreal and Toronto to the frontier streets of Yellow Knife and beyond, to the bush of the great Canadian outback where the winter temperatures can dip to 80 below zero, not even counting the chill factor.
Canada has two official languages English and French, which is spoken mostly in the province of Quebec but is prominently posted on road signs and product labels all across the nation.
Canada is the best friend the United States of America has on Planet Earth, but don’t ever get the idea that Canada is just a northern extension of the USA, nothing could be farther from the truth.
Canada is sovereign, proud, beautiful, powerful and able, and we could not hope for a better neighbor.
Canada, I'm sure looking forward to playing for you folks tonight.
What do you think?
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