One-thousand-eight-hundred-ninety-four.
It took us 1894 kilometres to get from Toronto to the Manitoba boarder. That’s over half of our trip spent in our home province.
A road trip is the best way to appreciate the vastness of the Canadian landscape. The undulating hills of the Canadian Shield are ironed flat on the prairies, which are then wrinkled in the cordillera.
I pointed to the horizon and told Hannah to look at where we were headed: dead straight in front of us was the highway falling off the Earth. The steering wheel needn’t have moved for us to get there.
Like a playground parachute, the sky wraps the fields. The expanse mirroring the flatness of the land below it.
There is a certain majesty to the prairies that I’ve come to appreciate since moving away. The canola fields ebb and flow like the rhythm of people moving through the city.
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