Well, ours is a day flight, out over the North Atlantic, Greenland, Hudson Bay and the North West Passage -- fabled place names and memories from my boyhood readings of Jack London and John Buchan **. Well, Joni may have wanted to get off her plane and back to her lover, but we’re quite happy to be heading out to Canada!!
And it’s down into the flatlands of central Alberta, out of the airport, and on to a road so straight you hardly need to use the steering wheel. Just set it on cruise control and sit back and enjoy the ride. Trans Canada Highway, and up through Banff, and over the Continental ranges of the Canadian Rockies, and down into the valley of the Columbia river to Lake Columbia
What is it then about this Canadian vastness that lifts the soul, and that seems to reach right up into the heart of God? It’s something in the majesty of the peaks, the green pines carpeting the lower slopes, and just the sheer scale of the place. With distant thunderings providing the soundtrack. I think I want to find my God in this place over the next few days.
** http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Call_of_the_Wild and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sick_Heart_River
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