One Warm Line -
Crossing Canada’s Northwest Passage on Hwy 16
John and I are traveling across Canada from Seattle, WA to Halifax, NS.
We decided to take the “high road” this time from British Columbia to
Alberta along Hwy 16 and through Jasper National Park. (for more pictures, check my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10155067469637489&set=pcb.10155067550457489&type=3&theater)
While
leaving BC, we had introduced a couple of people to Stan Rogers, a Cape
Bretoner, who wrote a song about going through the Northwest Passage (
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIjFpwsXhuI). It is a powerful song. Once it gets started in my head, it does NOT go away easily (not that I’m complaining
☺️).
All of that to say, I was very aware of the trek we were taking along
Hwy 16 on beautifully maintained 2 and 4 lane paved highways. Any of the
vistas at any given point would take your breath away. I couldn’t help
thinking about the prisoners who came through for the first time. The
imposing mountains, the vastness of the rugged terrain, the brutal
forces of nature, all through land that had never before been seen let
alone mapped. How did they survive the severity of it all?
And the backdrop to it all, running over and over again in my mind, was Stan Roger’s “One Warm Line”.
I truly felt like we were travelling the “one warm line on land”.
Franklin and his men did it by sea, but we were following in the
footsteps of those who had conquered that quest by land. And what a
privilege it is to be able to follow where they plowed through.
Canada is a big empty country in so many ways, but it is not because
there is nothing there. There are parts of this nation that may never be
seen by human eyes, but the Creator of it all looks down with delight, I
am convinced, because He knows all the little animals and plants and
rivers and lakes that are hidden away and are there just for Him to
enjoy. I am thankful though, that He has put it in the hearts of men and
women to seek out these treasures, and then gives them the fortitude,
the strength of character and conviction to follow their dreams.
It has been my pleasure and delight to be able to cross the North
American Continent 6 times now. Sometimes through the US and sometimes
through Canada. It shows me parts of God that I would never have seen.
His extravagant use of color and hue, multitudes of texture, the
unending variety of birds and plants and flowers, His love of open
spaces and peace.
I love Canada and the US and am grateful that
God has planted me here. I see myself as Bi-Coastal (Eastern Canada and
West Coast BC and Washington), and Bi-polar - of the north and south
persuasion
:) allowing me to embrace two of my native countries - Canada and the United States.
As I trek back and forth across this awesome land, my prayer is that I
can encourage those I meet, as I have been encouraged and inspired by
those who have opened the way for me. If I could show the way for those
coming behind me and leave a warm line for them to travel, my hope is
that it would lead to the Maker of all this beauty and majesty, for He
is more impressive than all of it put together.
Northwest Passage
By Stan Rogers
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.