Shared Spaces

Shared Spaces

The landscape stretching across the Canada/USA border are living symbols of a deep and enduring relationship between two nations. Our countries are linked from coast to coast by some stunning shared spaces and by shared interests, shared resources, and shared cultures. Like family members, we don’t always agree on everything, but we can agree that we share one of the greatest places on earth.

These are just a few stories of our employee-owners enjoying these shared spaces.

ST. LAWRENCE SEAWAY

~ from Dominic Papineau, Quebec Trade Book Sales Representative

The St. Lawrence Seaway has always felt like more than just a waterway to me…it’s a living thread that ties together landscapes, communities, and histories. Growing up near its banks, I’ve come to see it not only as a vital trade route but as a place where nature and culture meet in quiet harmony.

Some of my most cherished memories are of summer road trips with my family, winding through the charming waterfront towns that dot the river’s edge. Each stop brought something unique; local markets, friendly faces, and views that never got old. But one moment stands out above the rest: a calm afternoon on a small boat, drifting across the glassy surface of the river. The air was still, broken only by the call of birds and the soft lapping of water. We watched eagles circle overhead and took in the lush greenery that framed both shores. It was peaceful, grounding, and a reminder of how lucky we are to live near such a place.

The river itself is a symbol of connection…between Canada and the United States, between people and nature. It supports a rich ecosystem and has long been a channel for trade, travel, and cultural exchange. It’s easy to overlook its importance in the rush of daily life, but moments like that boat ride bring it all back into focus.

For me, the St. Lawrence Seaway is a place of reflection, of shared memories, and of quiet beauty. I look forward to many more moments spent along its shores

APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS

~ from Brandie Herrell, Southeast US Trade Book Sales Representative

The Appalachian Mountains have always played a special role in my life. I grew up in the foothills of Appalachia, in the backwoods of Kentucky, raised by grandparents who had roots even further into those mountains. That heritage ran deep in everything that was my childhood: the language we used, hauling water to our well, growing an enormous garden, the bluegrass music, raising our own animals, hunting, fishing, canning vegetables for winter, and even family vacations. Every summer, my grandparents would take me on the same pilgrimage, through the heart of Appalachia. We’d roam for 2 weeks from Kentucky to Tennessee, then through North Carolina. Those summer days in the mountains are some of my fondest and most magical memories.

When I became a mother with 4 children of my own, I continued those trips into Appalachia. I wanted to create our own unforgettable days, share our history, and let them experience the wonder for themselves.

I say wonder because the Appalachian Mountains are unlike anywhere else on Earth. It is like stepping back in time. A glimpse at the glory Mother Nature displayed before the interference of man. Though the mountains are steep and unforgiving, they are enveloped in dense and lush forests that engulf the senses. It is the sort of place that one might imagine fairies or gnomes to inhabit. Where the average forest boasts around 50 species of trees, Appalachia holds triple at 150. It is an ethereal place that time seems to have forgotten.

In my experience, the people of Appalachia are just as happy for us to forget. They prefer to be omitted from the hustle and bustle of the world. They live at one with the rolling hills and the ever-present pines. They are not people of great wealth or sophistication, but those that take pride in hard work and honesty. I strive hard to carry that spirit of the mountains into all I do today.

THE GREAT PLAINS

~ from Holly Thorne-Wiebe, Friesens Digital Marketing Coordinator

I am a proud resident of the Great Plains, specifically, the heart of Manitoba. Over the years I’ve lived in many parts of Canada, and whenever someone hears I’m from Manitoba I often get a sympathetic “I’m sorry to hear that.”  But I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

There’s a quiet magic in the Prairies that’s hard to explain. The vast open skies, and the gentle wind blowing through the golden wheat fields. In summer, the land bursts with colour, with yellow canola and blue flax fields stretching across the horizon. It’s a landscape that reflects peace and resilience.

My roots run deep on the Prairies. My great-grandparents journeyed from Ireland and settled in Saskatchewan in 1902, carving out a life on the land. My grandmother spoke fondly of her childhood, growing up on the farm seven miles north of the Trans-Canada Highway. Her brother took over the farm, and today, my cousin, with the help of his son, continues that legacy.

When I got married in 2023, I wanted my ancestors to be part of the celebration. I asked my cousin for some wheat from the farm. I didn’t get just any wheat…I got stalks from the original 1902 parcel of land. It was a powerful reminder of where I come from, and the strength of those who came before me.

Yes, many towns have faded, and old homes are left to crumble. But even in that, there’s beauty…a quiet testament to dreams once lived. The Great Plains may be humble, but they are rich with history, heart, and hope. And I’m so incredibly proud to call this place home.

THE GREAT LAKES

~ from Ron Such, Atlantic Region Sales Representative

I’ve always believed the Great Lakes are a unifying presence between our two countries, connected by water, not divided by borders.

Stretching across vast landscapes, the Great Lakes are among the largest freshwater systems in the world. Each lake has its own personality, but for me, Lake Huron holds a special place. From wild storm waves to calm, soothing waters, it’s been a constant in my family’s life through all four seasons. I’m deeply grateful for the serenity and joy it has brought us…whether we’re swimming, boating, windsurfing, or more recently, biking along its magnificent shoreline. And the sunsets? Absolutely breathtaking.

Lake Huron is woven into our family’s story. My dad built our original cottage there, and when he passed, he asked me to spread his ashes around the property. It was a frigid, calm January day…no wind, and not a soul around. I sat in my dad’s favourite chair on the porch and said a quiet prayer. As I released his ashes, a sudden gust of wind swept in, gently carrying them across the land. It lasted about 30 seconds, then vanished. It felt like nature itself was honouring him.

The Great Lakes are more than bodies of water, they’re places of connection, memory, and meaning. They link five lakes and two great nations, offering endless opportunities for recreation, reflection, and renewal. What could be better?

CAMPOBELLO ISLAND

~ from Tracy Robertson, Copywriting/Marketing

Campobello Island is rich in history, maritime charm and a pearl of the east coast. You can easily research it online, but few have left their footprints behind or can honestly say, “I know this place like I know my name.”

It was originally settled by the Passamaquoddy Nation, who called it Ebaghuit and formed in 1784 when New Brunswick was partitioned from Nova Scotia. This Canadian Island has American roots because it was once the popular summer retreat of Franklin D. Roosevelt, his wife Eleanor and family. Presently it is now a park and museum open to the public.

From the first moment my husband and I visited Campobello Island, we were immediately captivated, and it became a special almost yearly camping/honeymoon retreat for us. It became obvious why Franklin & Eleanor chose this location as their summer getaway. It’s the type of place that is just borderline “off grid” because there is no road connection to the rest of Canada. It can only be accessed by a car ferry from Deer Island in summer months and by one bridge…the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial Bridge…that connects the island to Lubec, Maine. The fact that it takes a bit of effort to find a suitable route to the island just makes it that much more desirable…because it discourages the noisy tourists! Campobello Island does not lend itself to loud traffic or chaotic night life and is a step back in time to quiet fishing wharfs and peaceful tranquility. The residents are relaxed and friendly, and the landscape oscillates between rugged windswept coves, stunning views from Head Harbour lighthouse where you are at the mercy of the tides, and seemingly untouched beaches like Dunn Beach and Friar’s Bay. Every corner of the island boasts the best views, and you may even catch a glimpse of a shy minke, a fin whale or watch the light show as the sun drops below the rippling ocean.

We must have explored every inch of the island’s forty square kilometres with its curvy idyllic roads, quaint villages, and ancient forests including the star attraction: Roosevelt Cottage. A landscape that artists dream about.

The word “hireath” comes to mind when I think of my feelings for this place because there will always be a nostalgic connection that will never be broken.

NIAGARA FALLS

~ from Rob Tucci, Eastern Ontario Sales Representative

When I think of Niagara Falls, it brings back vivid memories of my childhood. Back then, the drive from our home in Toronto felt long yet adventurous and we made that trip at least once every summer.

Depending on the weather, you’d always catch a light misty spray from the falls and feel their incredible power. It was both fascinating and a little scary. My parents were always careful to keep my siblings and me close by, warning us not to get too near the railing or fence.

Whenever we had visitors from Italy or out of town, Niagara Falls was a must-see destination. It was like my parents were proudly showing off “The Falls,” and our relatives were always suitably impressed and mesmerized. As I got older, I started to look forward to enjoying lunch at one of the restaurants on-site and wandering around Clifton Hill, the lively area near the falls. It’s always buzzing with people exploring shops and attractions like the famous Movieland Wax Museum.

Visiting Niagara Falls in winter is a completely different experience. The areas around the thundering water freeze over, transforming the landscape both visually and physically. If you go during Christmas, the falls and surrounding area are lit up with a colourful light show. It’s truly spectacular!

Every time I visit Niagara Falls, the memories come roaring back. It may not be officially listed among the Seven Natural Wonders of the World, but if they ever expanded that list, it would definitely deserve a spot.

THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS

~ from Shaelynn O’Neill, Yearbook Print Consultant, Alberta

The Rockies have always been woven into the fabric of my life. Growing up in Alberta, our summers were filled with camping trips and our winters with ski adventures. Some of my most vivid childhood memories are set against those rugged peaks. I remember one summer road trip in particular when I was quite young, and I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, I saw a towering mountain looming beside us. It was so massive and close, it felt unreal and took my breath away.  That was the first time I truly felt awe in the presence of the Rockies, and that feeling has stayed with me ever since.

Now, living just an hour away from some of the most breathtaking landscapes in the world, it’s been a true blessing because I get to share that same wonder with my own kids. We hike, ski, and explore together, creating new memories in the same places that shaped my childhood. There’s something about the mountains that pull you in. When life feels chaotic or heavy, I’ll say, “I need to go hug a mountain.” It’s my way of reconnecting…with nature, with myself.

Standing beneath a towering 10,000-foot peak, you’re reminded of your place in the world. You feel small, yes, but also deeply connected to something bigger. The Rockies have a way of grounding you, of stripping away distractions and inviting you to just be. Whether I’m carving down a slope or sitting quietly at a lookout, the mountains continue to challenge me, comfort me, and call me home.

BOUNDARY WATERS CANOE AREA WILDERNESS

~ from Elizabeth Cleveland, Midwest US Sales Representative

When I was asked to write a few words about the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, I laughed out loud. The BWCA is a well-known Minnesota treasure, a place I’ve heard tell of since I was very young, a place avid campers add to their bucket list as an experience that must be had. And until recently, it remained just that: a place I’d never been. I’m not a camper, and I don’t keep a bucket list. It’s always been enough to know that such preserved beauty exists in my home state, nestled against the equally stunning but more rugged Quetico Provincial Park in Canada.

Then I met someone who’s been paddling through the BWCA and Quetico since childhood…and who passed that love of the wilderness on to his daughter. In the name of love, I agreed to go. For three summers in a row, I duffed (sat on the floor in the center of the canoe) in a puddle of water, a husky curled up in my lap, his daughter at the bow, and him at the stern, paddling us to parts unknown (to me), with portages both easy and (relatively) difficult.

This past trip was different. It was a “route trip,” where we packed up each morning and moved to a new site. We entered near Ely, MN, and paddled north toward the Canadian border. On day two, we traced the invisible line between countries, gliding through waterways with names like Morning Workout and Crooked Lake. Canada to our right, the U.S. to our left. Just water and trees and sky…and an imaginary line.

It’s likely that this was my last BWCA canoe trip, but it ended up being the most special. Even now, I feel a swell of emotion thinking about how little separates two nations in that quiet, wild place. Just a line on a map.