Take a Canuck out of his element – the frozen north, the deep freeze, the dirty and the dangerous – and throw him unexpectedly into this kind of wild and woolly terrain and you’re likely to face serious problems. Like where to find a Timmy’s, where to build a rink, where they sell real beer and how to find a drift of snow to store it in.
Of course, the winter obsession will soon pass. The Arizona sky, mesmerizing to a Canuck as a steak is to a wild animal – is glorious and unexpected in January or February – a singularly odd thing when all you usually see is grey and white. The thinking soon changes from obsession to laissez-faire, and soon enough the presence of natural monuments like this one – jagged outcrops not covered with snow – overwhelms all those frozen memories from the north country.
As they say in Arizona: “It’s all good.”