Today is the day we Canadians celebrate our nation and reflect on what it means to be a Canuck.
We're a different bunch, apologetically polite, fairly neat, conservative and quiet. We make good houseguests and great neighbors (you're welcome, USA!).
I don't have a flag to wave today as I ride west from Deer Lodge but I'll sing a round or two of Oh Canada (the original version) at the top of my lungs as I roll down I90.
And I'm going to ask for Canadian bacon with my breakfast.
