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My country’s made of trees

August 16th, 2014 | Posted by Amy Boughner in Canadiana

I love this country. I am so proud and privileged to be a Canadian, and I rarely feel that more than when I’m driving across it. A decade ago I went west, Ottawa to St. Paul, Alberta (where it was suggested to me that I not tell anyone I was from Ottawa).

This year I’m driving east and I got to bring my daughter along. Now, we visited PEI last year but there is something so spectacular about driving – and thank you GM Canada for the Chevy Traverse that we are doing all that driving in.

It is all hills and trees and natural beauty and there are times, through Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia that I wanted to cry.

I did cry when we got lost in Fredricton, but I digress…

On this trip we have stopped at the Hopewell Rocks and walked on the bottom of the ocean. We visited Peggy’s Cove and jumped around the rocks in one of my favourite places. We went on a tour of Halifax and drove up Citadel Hill. We went whale watching and got to sail beside four humpback whales.

This is my home, I love it so dearly.

We are by no means perfect here, and we’ll be the first to admit it. We’ll make fun of ourselves freely and debate over this that and the other thing, and we have the full freedom to do so.

O Canada, it’s a privilege.

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