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I had just walked in to my mother-in-law’s home after travelling 15 hours across the country during Christmas holidays, with dubious connections and a five-month-old baby in tow, when I saw it—a glorious Pack ‘n Play crib, set up in the corner of my room, with clean sheets and a blankie, waiting for my little peanut to rest her weary head. I had been bestowed the greatest gift a travelling mother could ever receive and I was never more grateful to my mother-in-law than at that moment.
We always hang back when the gate agent announces early boarding for those travelling with young children. When we took our first flight with our three-week-old, all flushed with new parentdom, we proudly boarded the plane the instant they made the announcement. And then we waited…
I’m pretty certain two boiled eggs once saved my life, or at least my sanity. My husband and I foolishly imagined that flying across the country to his hometown for Christmas would be a great idea with two young kids in tow. We had however, let it slip our minds that occasionally in winter, it snows. In fact, it blizzards. Even freezing rain happens in winter in Canada. Go figure.
YOU’D THINK THAT pristine wilderness, bison sightings and intimate exchanges with birdlife—capped by a sunset eruption of migrating Canada geese—would be at least an hour’s drive from Portage and Main. But just 20 minutes away, the Fort Whyte Centre’s 600 acres include prairie meadows, sparkling lakes, forests and wetlands, most often playing host to a gaggle of school kids.
You can tell that Glen Breton Rare is a succulent whisky long before it touches your lips. A proper swirl reveals butterscotch, heather, honey and ground ginger, with wood-infused undertones. As it slides down your throat, a smooth, full-bodied and lightly peated flavour is set free. It’s no small wonder this lovely spirit is causing a stir (in more ways than one) around the globe.
“The places I love the best are in Canada’s North—places like Yellowknife, Iqaluit and Whitehorse. It’s really the surrounding wilderness that I love the most. The fishing is spectacular in the frigid waters of Canada’s northern rivers. This is where I had the most amazing Arctic char I’ve ever tasted.