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We traveled a great distance last week, and the week before that. From one Canadian coast to the other, and then some. And we saw and did a great many things, and we had a great many adventures.

But end of the day, the best memories of our travels won’t be the moose sightings or the room service from fancy hotels or the mountain vistas. It will be the quiet moments – watching the sun set near midnight in Jasper National Park, splashing in the hot pool on the roof of the Fairmont Vancouver Waterfront, noshing on milk and cookies in our bathrobes at the Fairmont Chateau Laurier, listening to Grandma’s scary bear stories while curled up in blankets in the back yard – that we will remember best.

And this:

These are the golden moments. These are the memories that no postcard will capture. And we will hold onto them for as long as we can. And we will look forward to making more.

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