Trip to Canada

Nine years ago I had gone on a trip with my dad for the very first time in my life to Canada.  I had always been told that Canada was much different from the United States in terms of space and culture, but I wanted to experience this for myself.  Crossing the gargantuan bridge from my home nation into the foreign country, I was a bit nervous for what I would experience since it was all very new and alien to me.  As we crossed the border and drove for about another two miles, all the buildings, businesses, and homes had disappeared.  A vast landscape of 80 foot pine trees and sides of mountains draped my eyes.  The very core of some mountains had been blown out with dynamite to make it passable for roads to go through.  We decided to take a break and stop at a rest area.  I got out of the car and already I knew we were somewhere much different from home.  The smell of pine and virgin air went up through my nostrils and teased my brain into thinking the atmosphere was heaven.  The sounds of birds chirping and leaves on the trees brushing in the wind.  A very cool breeze, much cooler than the breeze back home, made the hair on the back of my neck and arms stand up.  Gray and dark blue skies folded out like fresh bread dough over the mountains, bringing with it the fresh, cool northern breeze.