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There is a reason millions of people come to Canada every year. It is exceptional, vast and varied, empty and awe-inspiring. From towering mountains to a Prairie sky that seems to envelop you, the landscape makes you feel small, insignificant.
It is impossible not to appreciate one’s insignificance where there are so few fences and so many kilometres of lonely, empty roads. There is a fierce beauty on a circle route from Vancouver through Rogers Pass to Regina and home again via the Crowsnest.
It’s easy enough to see where nature has triumphed. Human failure litters the landscape, from a lone tree on the Prairie planted by an optimistic homesteader to the grotesque beauty of the Frank Slide, where stripping coal from a seam upset the balance and sent 110 million tonnes of rock crashing into the tiny Alberta town in 1903, killing 90 people in Canada’s deadliest rock slide.

But extraordinary human feats are also evident — not least of which are the highways and railways punched through against all odds. Without these, there would be no Canada.