Yeah, so I got back from an awresome trip to the American Northwest six days ago. I don’t feel like writing all about it now, but one discovery I made was that God is, indeed, in Cananda. Even though some Canadians may not always be very hospitable (can’t expect too much from frozen frogs, right, Ha…oh yeah, hoo boy….), God hasn’t abandoned our neighbors to the Nort!

Where did I find Him? In the Canadian Rockies! Yeah, He must own some land up there, or a timeshare or something, because, man, it was nice.

There’s even a river up there called the “Bow River.” So the you can tell God is there when nature knows to genuflect. It’s so pristine up there it makes you want to use the outhouses and put your apple cores in the bear-proof trash cans, like Mario here.

Anyhow, it was so majestic I might make the conversion to Canadian someday. So, say “hi” to God for me if you go up there, eh?