The Westerners

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Gee whiz, can you believe it Canada? Premiers Scott Moe (Saskatchewan) and Danielle Smith (Alberta) want to play ball with the Mad King of the South. Alberta wants to continue drinking bourbon and keep selling its tar sands oil to the USA, and Saskatchewan wants to keep pumping potash into American agribusiness. So much for a Team Canada approach to dealing with Trump’s Terrible Tariffs.

Keep in mind that both Alberta and Saskatchewan are part of the original “western alienation” movement that sprang from the federal government’s stance on national control of natural resources when the two areas became provinces in 1905. Based on their oil and cattle economies, Texas and Alberta seem made for each other, while Saskatchewan matches the oil pumping and dry land farming culture of some of the Great Plains states.

The majority of these US States and two provincial populations also tend to be socially conservative and fiercely supportive of individual rights and local resources over the collective national good. Politically, the old joke about “What happens when you cross a Texan with a Dakotan? Why, you get a conservative voting white, Christian Albertan!” rings all too true.

However, stereotyping is not helpful to constructive conversation. And considering my wife and I were married in Kananaskis, Alberta on the banks of the Bow River under the gaze of the Three Sisters mountain peaks, the separatists do not include some of my best friends. That and the memories of Grasslands National Park in Val Marie, Saskatchewan, as the most unique landscape on our cross-country trip for Canada’s 150th makes that province’s separation not open for discussion.

Canada is a unique coast to coast to coast experiment immersed in First People’s culture, colonial exploration and exploitation, resistance to American Republicanism, an outgoing, if sometimes superficial politeness, a sense of social justice, realization that we all “come from away,” and that “here” is where we choose to be. We are lobster, maple syrup, corn, wheat, beef and salmon. We are wood, hydro, uranium, aluminium, and steel. We are either paddling our canoe to safe harbours or dragging it back into the maelstrom.

To the fringe far right wing in Alberta and Saskatchewan, and the young protesters in Quebec, it’s time to decide if you are on Team Canada, or time to get out of the canoe and sink or swim on your own. Swim south down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!

This is no time for Lily dippers.The way I see it.

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Skid Crease, Caledon

Canada Sucks?

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Well, so says Howard Lutnick, the USA Secretary of Commerce. The actual quote, when Lutnick commented on Canada’s negotiating strategy is: “That is, like, the worst strategy I’ve ever heard. They suck, they — look, we are a $30-trillion economy, right?”

Meet the man who derailed the Trade Talks between Canada and the USA. They were going well until Tariff loving, Trump adoring Howard Lutnick jumped into the negotiations. Howard is a Canada hater. And, while boasting about their $30-trillion economy, he neglected to mention he $40 Trillion debt facing the USA due to Trump deal making.

Granted, Howard Lutnick’s expertise on sucking cannot be denied. After all those trips to Epstein’s underage party Island as the “financial adviser” to a financial adviser paedophile, not to mention his unabashed loyalty to the current moronic man-child misdirecting that 30 trillion dollar economy, Howard certainly knows how to suck up to people in power.

We get known by the company we keep, Mr. Lutnick. As we say here in Canada, Howard, “Phoque yeux,” and then “Phoque oeuf!” The way I see it.

The Gang of Five: 1 down, 4 to go

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  • For a full term in our current Caledon Council, we witnessed the negative impact of Strong Mayor Powers on democracy. We also witnessed a record of voting block blindness that boggled the imagination. The infamous “Gang Of Five” voted as a team on almost every issue that challenged the line between developer influence and citizen concerns.

Well, with our Strong Mayor suddenly announcing her retirement after her multi-thousand dollar  private fundraiser gala, we are one down, with four to go. Out of those four, only one is running unchallenged in his Ward. One is challenging for Mayor, and the other two are seeking re-election in their Wards.

The rest of the current list of candidates for Council consists either of Real Estate agents from Brampton, or Developers from Brampton, including a former Councillor seeking election as Mayor. Only one Councillor seeking election as Mayor represents the rural/urban composite that is Caledon.

Only five current candidates for Councillor positions are uncontaminated by the last term’s dictatorial behaviour. Let’s wake up, do our homework, and vote accordingly. The decision will obviously be up to Caledon’s constituents. I have my list of preferred current candidates based on track record, defence of democracy in Caledon, social justice and environmental literacy support, and no fear of speaking their truth to power.

And I can assure you that no member of the Group of Five will ever receive my support in a Caledon election. You are either with the people or with the Developers. Greed is not good, the way I see it.

Skid Crease, Caledon

Stop Signs and Literacy

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It should be quite simple. The big red octagon with the four large white letters spelling S-T-O-P. Even for a driver with severe dyslexia, the visual clue alone should do the trick. When we get our driver’s licence we are all taught to come to a full, complete stop at that Big Red 8 sided Sign. We are taught to stop completely being able to fully see the stop line, to  check left, right, left again for vehicles, and to scan for pedestrians before proceeding.

We are also taught that failure to stop completely, if observed by an attentive police officer, is worthy of a $110.00 fine and 3 demerit points. A reasonable deterrent considering we are now sharing the roads with 10 year olds cruising on electric scooters at 25 klicks. We will discuss Parental Literacy in another post. Back to Stop Sign literacy. If we can’t stop at a Stop sign properly, we should turn in our car keys.

First, there is no such thing as a “rolling stop” often used as an excuse by illiterate drivers in a hurry. Still the same fine for failing to come to a full, complete STOP at the big red sign. Having pulled bodies from cars at the scenes of failure to stop fully completely, I have absolutely no patience with people who fail to stop in my child filled neighbourhood in Bolton.

Let me recount a recent incident with a resident driver who I will refer to as Simple Simon. I was just leaving my local Fortinos the other evening, when a vehicle cruised right through the stop sign at the street I was about to enter. I slammed on my brakes and hit the horn. I was fearful that their brakes had failed. The vehicle turned right, right down my street and sped away, As it did so, the male driver waved to me to follow. It was then I noticed he had a birth defect, only one finger on his hand.

Fearful for his safety I followed him home to advise him of my concern. His family must also have been concerned, because they all came out to greet me when I pulled up beside his home. I noticed that they also had the same genetic disposition to only having one finger on their right hands, which they proudly displayed. When I explained that I was concerned that the vehicle’s brakes had failed and I wanted to make sure the driver got home safely, I was told to pleasure myself. It was then that I realized the whole family was illiterate. I also noticed that they were all heavily tattooed.

Ah, perhaps new immigrants from the indigenous population of New Zealand. Although they looked a lot like the cast from Sons of Anarchy. I should have been more sensitive. Special needs and adjusting to our North American customs.

I wished them a nice day, and drove off as hey all rushed out into the street and saluted me as best they could with only one finger. I drove home slowly, realizing that we must do more to educate new immigrants to our driving rules that keep our communities safe. But also recognizing the reality that if you are illiterate, perhaps you shouldn’t be given a driver’s licence. The way I see it.

The First Time

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On the weekend of August 8, 2026, I had the pleasure of introducing thirteen children to their first overnight camping experience.  It took place at Quarry Lake near Caledon Village. It was their first time overnight away from home, their first campfire under the stars, their first sunset and sunrise ceremonies. And it was perfect.

It all began when I took out a Dog Park membership at the Canadian Cross-training Club run by former Olympic coach Barrie Shepley. Thanks to the foresight of the James Dick family to share in his vision, Barrie established a successful private beach park on their spring fed Quarry Lake near Caledon Village. The south east side of this area is still a working gravel business, but it only compliments the beauty of the C3 site. Barrie’s wife, the late Caron Shepley, had dedicated a section of the beach as a fenced off dog park and that was the only section of the property that I knew.

My dog, Chase, refers to it as the Dog Beach Spaw, but to me it was a touch of paradise in the middle of Caledon. If you stand on the high point of the dog park outside the beach area and look North West, you could easily be in a Muskoka resort. During the day, the human beach area is filled with families playing, marathon swimmers training, and paddle boarders cruising the far shores. Beyond that are the forest trails used by walkers, runners and bikers. In the distance is a clear view of a meadow just begging for a tent and a campfire.

I had worked with Barrie in a previous life, and he was well aware of my background as an outdoor educator. He approached me one morning as we were exercising our Border Collies at the Beach Spaw and he said, “Hey Skid, you know we run a children’s Day Camp here, and a number of the families who can’t afford to send their kids to an overnight residential camp would love to give their children that opportunity. Do you think we could do an overnight camping program here?”

The gauntlet was thrown, picked up with joy, and I spent the next three weeks chain sawing, whipper snipping, and clearing debris to help his landscaping staff create a campsite clearing and a forest dining hall. Canadian Tire in Bolton gave us financial assistance in purchasing the tents, sleeping bags and sleeping pads necessary for the overnight. During that time Barrie had put out the call to his members and day camp crew  with an invitation to be part of a first ever away from home Inaugural C3 Quarry Lake Overnight Camping Program.

During the program preparation process, a friend asked me, “Doesn’t it bother you having the gravel pit operating across the lake?” I simply said, “How did we drive here? on roads built with that gravel. Where do we live? In homes built with cement and stone. Where do  you think it comes from? This Quarry Lake site is a testament to the wise use of resources and the foresight to create a local natural treasure. The best of both worlds,” But would it work as an overnight campsite given the closeness of main thoroughfares and big cities to the south?

We made it clear to parents and children that this was a test case, a trial run to see if the site was suitable for overnight camping. We also made it clear that the challenges we gave to the campers like to build their shelters (put up new tents), and cook food (getting a campfire going to roast their S’mores) were up to them to solve. It was my intention to nurture independence, and take them outside their comfort zones by removing the eternal parental helping hand.

Fifteen campers applied. Two left early due to family commitments, but my “Baker’s Dozen” survived the challenges to complete an amazing overnight adventure. The campers had hot, humid summer weather, a tough time setting up the tents, sudden microbursts of rain, strong winds, and wet tents and gear. But they persevered, dried out, trimmed the tents, and ended up with a secure campsite.

At one point, one of the tent groups sat down in frustration, looked at their floppy tent, and asked me, “Where are we going to sleep tonight?” I pointed to their tent and said , “There. Three times the other tent groups offered you help. Do you want their help, or do you want to sleep in that tent?” They finally asked for help and the campers worked together to fix the tent. No adults involved. Mission accomplished.

These children got to experience their first overnight away from home, watched the sunset as a community, lit their first campfire, listened to ancient stories, stargazed, went for a late night swim, and slept, safe and warm, in the shelters they had created. In the morning they awakened before dawn, came to the campfire circle at the point by the lake and experienced the most brilliant sunrise I have ever seen.

After morning breakfast, the team cleaned up, packed out their gear, and got in a little more beach time. Family arrived at noon to pick them up. The feedback from parents and the campers was overwhelmingly positive and humbling. We set out to enrich young lives with a meaningful first time overnight camping experience. And we did it right here in Caledon.

Special thanks to our wonderful overnight female staff and lifeguard Louise, and our intrepid reporter Kathryn for their commitment to the project. And for Barrie and Caron, your dream will never end. The way I see it.

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Go to the C3 online site for photos and aerial videos.