On one adventure, my daughter Amanda and I hiked through Fundy Park for an hour and a half to get to our campsite, coming almost nose-to-nose with a moose. Before we could react, the moose, equally startled, turned and ran, then jumped in a lake to swim across. We watched it climb the opposite bank, thrilled that we had shared this experience together. Later, at dusk, a young couple from Sweden came to our fire and told us animatedly how a moose had trampled through their campsite. They occupied the lot across the small lake from us where the frightened moose had fled to. I smile every time I think of these international tourists, and the story that would be repeated to friends and family back in Sweden—to them, Canada will forever be a cliché of moose running rampant and wild everywhere!
I’m proud of our country and how we have tried to preserve large pieces of it. We need to be vigilant and keep our government in check and accountable. We owe it to future generations so that they, too, can experience the peace of the forest, the haunting call of a loon on a still lake and the awesome size of a female moose.
This year, you will certainly find me exploring our parks, a gift of immeasurable value. I hope you will visit them, too.