As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I have always had a passion for the Prairies. I have no idea why most people overlook them, but they are vast inland ocean of ocean birds and grasses which you can get lost in. I have neglected the Canadians in their escape programs as Canada has allot of nothing up there, and people already penned in cities in Dictator Trudeau's gulag. That will change with this post, as I still would America would declare war on Canada, and annex the provinces and liberate them from Ottawa.
Ontario is lovely in lots of water, much like Quebec, but I dislike the endless wet as it is cold. Manitoba is the founding of a great deal of the American interior to St. Louis and the realization of the American who tried to liberate the Canadians in the murdered Louis Riel who championed the Mettis.
Alberta gets lots of cowboy attention, but those are big hills and valleys that get too much of a problem, as British Columbia is nice, but all those damned trees just are uninviting.
Some of my people came from Nova Scotia after 1776 had them displaced. Others like my Beloved Uncle ventured a great deal of time in his younger days up at the Pas and Flin Flon, when that was the end of the road literally. He stopped going when Canada valued fish more than people.
That country though borders Saskatchewan. That is the real treasure in Canada in the prairie. You can live there and see. Your spirit can breathe and have an endless exhale. Everyone overlooks Saskatchewan of the Indian name and that is a pity, or it is the salvation of Canada, as Americans poured into there around 1900 to settle and before that the French made that country a name and still do in their heroic lives.
If I was going to flee in Canada, that is where I would go, knowing full well the prairie is a mistress who pretends to love you, but tries to kill you all the time. It takes as different sort to live there. There are not really any Canadian Plainsmen. They have their McKenzies and Frobishers but no one who made a name in that prairie sea. The Indian terrorist fled there from America, and the Cree made their abode there, but it was sort of pastern there, with their wood Buffalo.
You have to know how to live on the prairie. It can not be explained. It just is a knack like living on the ocean. I was talking with a neighbor they other day about some idiots who got lost in the Brier. Have no idea how you get lost, and that is the same with Saskatchewan. It basically is a big circle of French named rivers. You can't get lost if you go any direction and you hit a river. You know you are as far as you know the river is, so you know where you are.
I would that I could hunt there in the grouse and the duck, but the world is a gulag now and it would be sometime on horseback before I could ever take a ride that far to just sleep with the scent of the sweet prairie again. I guess if I was out there when the world melts down I probably would jump the American border with my hunting guns and take a venture to see what the world was like up there in a calamity.
Thank you to the inhabitant of Saskatchewan.
Oh and don't get all bent about this in me inviting new neighbors out, as you know they will show up with their new ATV's, expensive vehicles and boats, campers, and buy lots of things, and then being Prairie Darwins they will all die in the first big blow and then you will get all those nice things.
Always a method as the lovers of the plains do stick together and watch out for each other.
Nuff Said
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