One last flight, Canada 🇨🇦... You've put me in the air 102 times. Taken me to every province and territory. Fed me narwhal, moose, oysters, Fogo salt beef, Charlevoix cheese, and Arctic char I caught on my own pole.
You've put me on dog sleds across the Yukon, in tents under the northern lights, and in the ditch during a snowstorm hunting for buffalo in NWT. You've taken me out for fun nights in Comox, La Ronge, Iqaluit and Charlottetown, and kept me working late nearly everywhere else.
You've introduced me to hundreds and hundreds of incredible Canadians who told me how proud they are of their communities, big and small, and inspired me to build my community in return.
Canada, you've shown me your colourful history, filled with moments to celebrate, and others to be ashamed of. You've described the work that needs to be done to ensure everybody can reap your rewards, especially in places off the beaten path. And you've exposed just how reliant we are on pulling our riches out of your ground to prosper, with sometimes devastating consequences.
Canada, thank you. You gave me the honour of travelling your vast landscape. I take the responsibility seriously to share your lessons and build you up for future generations. I'm grateful for everything you continue to give us, the amazing people that fill your borders, and how you let each of us celebrate our own uniqueness day after day.
And, thank you for introducing me to some of my best friends, and for giving me what has certainly been the best two years of my life.
Happy belated you ol' canuck -- here's to another great 150 years!