I thought that I would share these two photos with you as I deem them to be quintessentially Canadian. Last week, I met the above snowmobilers at a gas station which is located in a little village about ten minutes from the cottage. They consented to have their pictures taken. Back to the left, just out of view, is a 40k snowmobile trail that leads to another little village. In reality, however, they can travel far and wide by roadsides and over frozen lakes. Although I meant to, I didn't get a picture of these roadside routes. They come complete with miniature traffic signs, stop signs most frequently, but I've spotted yield signs as well.
Then, on the way home the other day, we stopped at a rural coffee shop. For you Canadians, it's a Tims. It's in the middle of nowhere really, but whenever we go by, there are always lots of customers, both inside and going through the drive-through. It's about all there is for about an hour and a half east and an hour west, and there isn't much north or south either. So, I guess that loads of people stop here on their way by. When we emerged, having filled our bellies with a chicken club sandwich and having filled our extra large travel mugs with coffee, double cream, I noticed these two logging trucks and another parked on the road. The pickup truck in front of the logging trucks had two snowmobiles on the back.
It seemed an opportunity to share some winter Canadiana with you. When I opined above that this was quintessential Canadiana, of course it isn't totally true; it's just part of what makes us distinctive. For most Canadians, logging trucks and snowmobiles parked at a gas station are not everyday occurrences. Far, far from it. Having said that, you sure don't have to go very far into the hinterland to see such sights.