You can blame Jack London and Robert W. Service for a lot of that. So it's true that the national "bird" of Canada is the mosquito?
I did not intend to demean Mike’s seemingly wonderful trip nor the image of Canada,
It’s just that my own trip to the North wasn’t as say, glamorous as Mike’s.
MY TRIP TO THE NORTH
Back in the 70’s (again!). An American friend of mine from Boston – a idealistic, space-cadet, New Ager if there ever was one - bought a little cabin up there. It was part the abandoned DEW line ( A joint American-Canadian Missile Early Warning system of the 1960’s). He envisioned an idyllic unspoiled place for ‘spiritual retreats’.
Getting there was a challenge and half; it wrecked my car. The cabin was part of a creepy landscape of hideous, decaying military structures. I left my friend there to bask in Serenity but the isolation and conditions nearly drove him nuts. He saw this as an environment where his ‘conciousness’ would ‘evolve’ but he found himself going Cro-Magnon in no time. Insects were straight out of the Jurassic period. Bears and wolves roamed a plenty. The Nature he sought to commune with saw him as supper. And when the Sun went down, it felt as if the Earth had switched places with Pluto.
Then on the way back, there was the Indian attack. Not quite like in the movies, they had pick-up trucks and empty beer bottles as projectiles. My friend never went back nor have I. As for the cabin, I am sure that by now, it has reverted seamlessly back into the unforgiving eco-system from which it came. Romantic foreigners and Northern Canada….Be my guest.