There’s something about a road trip that always hits differently. Maybe it’s the promise of discovery just around the bend, or the feeling of packing your friends, your gear, and your favourite songs into one vehicle and pointing it at the mountains. Maybe it’s the nostalgia, those long drives as a kid, eyes glued to the window, picking a single raindrop and watching it race the others down the glass. For me, it was all of the above, plus a red canoe strapped to the roof, because - does it get more Canadian than that?
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