There's no place like home

They say you can never go home again. That may be true, but you can certainly visit. From Winnipeg, we continued our nostalgic tour across the border into Ontario to visit my parents. The flat Prairie fields and open skies gave way to a slice of Canadian Shield filled with thousands of lakes, rivers and trees. Oh, and deer. Lots of deer. This was my fly guy’s first visit to my hometown so he was introduced to a number of elements unique to the Northwest. The distinctive smell of Dryden’s pulp and paper mill. Max the Moose. The Brute (a ham or salami sandwich on a full loaf of cheese and onion bread) at Kupper’s Bakery; the first place I ever worked. The arena where Chris Pronger grew up playing hockey. Shed antlers. Everything he never wanted to know about hunting. And yes, even a couple of baby photos of his hometown honey. A winter visit wouldn’t be complete without a few snow flurries, especially since this was a surrogate Christmas visit, but the scented candles, home cooking and mom and dad’s hospitality kept us warm. We may constantly travel the world, but home is where the heart is.