Let me tell you - I drove from New Jersey to Halifax in the dead of winter, right after New Year’s. Once we hit the boreal forests, that was all we saw for the rest of the trip - snow, snow, more snow, and conifers. We also spent some time in Luneberg, where a family member was working on a tall ship. It must be lovely in the summer month, but in January, in was like being in a punch bowl full of water and big blocks of ice.
You have to hand it to Canadians - they’ve got some real moxie to survive so long in such climates.
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