I’m back in Edmonton after a three-week stay in Vancouver. During those weeks I lived right in the thick of torrential wind and rainfall, the largest water emergency in Canadian history (forcing over a million people to boil their water for 12 straight days), and then record, unseasonal snowfall and cold temperatures just as I was leaving. As I touched down at Edmonton International last night, the temperature here was a toasty -28 C (about -18 F).

Although I’m told that all of this has been anomalous, I realize that these reports play right into the American stereotype of Canada.

My November in Vancouver.