St. John Narrative

To the average person it was just another day in St. John’s, Newfoundland, however, to me it was much more. It marked the day I would run across Canada, from the Atlantic to the Pacific- from St. John’s to Victoria. As I stood upon a small inlet by the coast of St. John’s, I prepared myself for a journey of a lifetime. I tried to kick my feet into the bare sedimentary rock by the jagged coastline- bad idea, and I’d be needing those feet for a while. After hours of preparation, I was finally ready to go, but my hands were trembling. As if I wasn’t controlling them my feet began moving, and I soon found myself at a light jogging pace. Years of training had prepared me for this.
At first the journey seemed peaceful, but the reality of the Appalachian
Lawrence Lowlands, which I had been hoping to get to. It made me oddly happy to travel across rolling hills and plain land for a change. As I made my way through Southern Ontario I felt more confident in my ability to complete my journey. During my time in the St. Lawrence Lowlands I had the privilege of seeing some amazing natural sights, such as the occasional escarpments in the landform region. In particular, Flowerpot island was a striking sight that showed the incredible power of weathering and erosion. Additionally, the abundance of freshwater lakes and rivers I saw, such as the St. Lawrence River or the Great Lakes, demonstrated how fortunate Canada is to hold so much drinkable water. I had no trouble with crossing the landform region, as there was no difficult terrain that I struggled to
The best way to describe this landform region was one word… mountain. The Rocky Mountains seemed to stare at them just as I stared at them. As I continued Westward past these beautiful yet difficult-to-cross sights, even the Columbian Mountains and Coast Mountains became an outstanding trouble. Tall mountains with a profusion of coniferous trees were both pleasuring and painful, and I had immense difficulty crossing this landform region, as there were copious steep inclines and descents. After many days of traversing through mountains I finally arrived at Victoria, my destination. My journey was complete, and I had crossed Canada, from East to