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By the time Wells got them out of Toronto, Coach Stone had already issued three warnings, Trey had already complained about the playlist, and Alton had already taken seventeen photos of himself in the passenger-side mirror reflection.

Wells drove with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping against the console, grinning every time the skyline slipped farther behind them.

He wore a red Team Canada tank top stretched tight across his chest, shiny metallic gold shorts, black-and-gold sneakers, and a small red maple leaf temporary tattoo on one cheek. A second maple leaf had somehow appeared on his left bicep before they even reached the highway.

Coach noticed.

“Explain the arm.”

Wells looked at it like he had forgotten it was there.

“National spirit.”

“That is not an explanation.”

“It’s Canada Day, Coach.”

“It is nine in the morning.”

“Patriotism starts early.”

Trey leaned forward from the back seat. “He tried to put one on his chest too.”

“I successfully put one on my chest,” Wells said.

Alton gasped. “And did not tell me? Rude. That is content.”

Coach slowly turned his head toward Wells.

Wells kept his eyes on the road.

“Eyes forward, hands steady, no further maple leaf escalation until we arrive,” Coach said.

“Yes, Coach.”

Trey snorted. “Canada Day conduct briefing has begun.”

“It began when Wells packed fireworks,” Coach said.

“They are legal.”

“That remains under review.”

“They came from a store.”

“So do bad decisions.”

Wells grinned harder.

The drive north out of the city softened the edges of everything. They left Toronto behind and pushed up Highway 400 toward Muskoka, the skyline shrinking in the rearview while the road opened ahead of them. Glass towers gave way to lower buildings, then wider roads, then long stretches of green that made the car slowly quiet down without anyone really noticing. Toronto had been noise, heat, crowds, patios, subway platforms, Pride flags, streetcars, football chants, and gold everywhere.

The cottage road was different.

By the time they turned off toward Muskoka cottage country, trees leaned close on both sides of the road. The lake appeared in flashes between them, bright and blue under the July sun.

Alton lowered his sunglasses as they turned onto the gravel road.

“This better not be one of those places rich people describe as rustic when they mean emotionally expensive.”

“Family cottage,” Wells said. “Muskoka. Not fancy. Just ours.”

Trey leaned toward the window. “Bro, people who say ‘just ours’ about cottages are usually about to reveal a private dock and generational trauma.”

“It has a dock,” Wells said.

Coach looked out at the water.

“Firepit?”

“Yeah.”

“Grill?”

“Yeah.”

“Enough chairs?”

“Probably.”

Coach nodded once. “Acceptable.”

Trey whispered, “That’s Coach for beautiful.”

Alton whispered back, “Emotionally fluent king.”

The cottage came into view at the end of the road, weathered wood and wide windows tucked between pines. A red-and-white Canadian flag hung from the porch rail. Someone had already strung small maple leaf banners near the steps. The lake glittered behind it, broad and calm, as if it had been waiting all morning.

Wells parked and turned off the engine.

For a second, nobody moved.

Then Trey opened the door and stepped out.

“Okay,” he said, looking toward the lake. “Fine. This is annoyingly nice.”

Alton got out behind him, phone already raised. “This is violently wholesome.”

Coach stepped out last, adjusted his cap, and scanned the area like the cottage had entered a formal inspection.

“Good sightlines,” he said. “Clear path to the dock. Firepit far enough from the trees.”

Wells looked pleased despite himself.

“Yeah?”

Coach nodded. “Good location.”

Wells tried not to smile too much.

He failed.

The afternoon unfolded in red, white, and gold.

Wells gave the tour like he was presenting a national heritage site.

“That’s the grill. That’s the dock. That chair is broken, but only emotionally. Do not trust the left side. That cooler has drinks. That cooler has food. That cooler is Coach’s because apparently hydration needs its own command structure.”

“It does,” Coach said.

Trey immediately tested the broken chair and almost disappeared sideways into the grass.

Coach did not look surprised.

Alton decorated the dock with tiny flags, then rearranged everyone’s towels by colour, size, and “vibe.” He placed Wells’ towel in the middle.

“Main character placement,” Alton said.

Wells flexed automatically.

Coach pointed at him.

“No flexing while carrying glass bottles.”

“Wasn’t flexing.”

“You were emotionally flexing.”

“That’s not a real category.”

“It is when you do it.”

By early afternoon, Wells had lost the red tank and was down to shiny metallic gold shorts, maple leaf tattoos on cheek, bicep, and, as Trey had warned, one on his chest. He looked ridiculous, sunlit, and deeply pleased with himself.

Alton took one look and put a hand over his heart.

“This is the most Canadian thirst trap I have ever seen.”

Trey nodded. “He looks like Team Canada accidentally hired a nightclub promoter.”

Wells lifted both arms.

“National spirit.”

Coach picked up the grill tongs.

“That is still not an explanation.”

The dock became the center of the world.

They swam. They stretched out in the sun. They argued over music. Trey claimed he could skip a stone better than Wells and immediately proved himself wrong. Alton staged a lakeside photo shoot that began as “casual cottage content” and ended with Coach standing waist-deep in the lake, arms crossed, refusing to pose but somehow looking like the cover of a survival magazine.

Wells skipped a stone clean across the water and raised both arms.

“Canada recognizes my victory.”

“Canada would like you to calm down,” Coach said from the dock.

Alton, filming, whispered, “Canada would like him to do it again with better lighting.”

Trey splashed him.

For a while, everything felt easy.

No crowds.

No subway chaos.

No diamonds.

No one yelling over Church Street traffic.

Just water against the dock, heat on skin, red and white flags moving in the breeze, and gold catching the sun every time Wells moved.

Food came next.

Burgers, grilled corn, potato salad, fruit, chips, too many condiments, and a poutine experiment that Coach allowed only after describing it as “carbs, salt, morale.”

“See?” Wells said. “National cuisine.”

Coach looked at the plate. “Under controlled conditions.”

Trey lifted his fork. “For Canada.”

Alton raised his drink. “For cheese curds and emotional growth.”

Wells raised his cup. “For the last day in Southern Ontario and the Greater Toronto Area.”

Trey glanced toward the lake.

“We’re not technically in Toronto anymore.”

“Toronto area,” Wells said.

“Still doing heavy lifting.”

“It counts.”

Coach lifted his cup.

“It counts,” he said.

That settled it.

The sun began to lower after dinner, turning the lake bronze. The heat eased. The cottage windows glowed behind them. Somewhere down the shoreline, another family had started music. Laughter drifted across the water and disappeared into the trees.

Wells carried a stack of folding chairs to the firepit.

“History lesson time,” he announced.

Trey groaned immediately. “Bro, no.”

“Yes,” Coach said.

Trey sat down. “Love history.”

Alton tucked himself into a chair with a blanket around his shoulders. “I am ready for educational cottage Wells.”

“That sounds insulting,” Wells said.

“It is admiring.”

Coach sat slightly apart, cap low, drink in hand, watching Wells with the steady look that said he was listening before Wells had even started.

Wells stood near the firepit with the lake behind him. He had pulled the red tank back on, though it hung loose now, still showing the maple leaf on his chest whenever the fabric shifted. His gold shorts caught the last light. For once, he was not performing.

He looked out over the water first.

Then he looked back at them.

“So. Canada Day.”

Trey opened his mouth.

Coach said, “Let him finish.”

Trey closed it.

Wells smiled faintly.

“Canada Day is July first because that’s when Confederation happened in 1867. The British North America Act brought Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick together as the Dominion of Canada. Not the whole country as it is now. Just the start of the political thing that became Canada.”

Alton nodded, attentive despite himself.

“It used to be called Dominion Day,” Wells continued. “That name stuck for a long time. Then in 1982, after Canada patriated the Constitution, it became Canada Day.”

Trey raised one hand.

Coach looked at him.

Trey lowered it.

Wells’s expression shifted. Not heavy exactly, but more careful.

“And that’s the easy version. Flags, fireworks, red and white, cottages, barbecues, all of that. That’s the celebration. But Canada didn’t start in 1867 for everyone.”

The fire cracked softly.

“Indigenous peoples were here long before Confederation. Long before the flag. Long before the borders. And a lot of what got built came with damage. Land taken. Treaties broken. Residential schools. Families separated. Languages, cultures, lives harmed. That’s part of the story too.”

No one interrupted this time.

Wells looked down, then back toward the lake.

“So for me, Canada Day is not just ‘everything is great, wave a flag, eat a burger.’ It’s more complicated. It’s home. It’s beautiful. It’s flawed. It’s still becoming what it should be. And if you love it, you don’t get to look away from the parts that hurt.”

The group stayed quiet.

Even the lake seemed quiet.

Wells rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly aware that all three of them were watching him.

“You celebrate the good,” he said. “But you remember the cost. You make room for people who don’t celebrate it the same way. You listen. You learn. You try to be better. That’s Canada too.”

Coach nodded once.

“Good,” he said.

That one word landed with more weight than applause.

Trey looked into his cup.

“Damn,” he said softly. “That was actually kind of profound.”

Alton wiped under one eye. “I was not emotionally prepared for educational cottage Wells.”

Wells shrugged, trying to recover his usual grin.

“I contain multitudes, bro.”

“There he is,” Trey said.

For a moment, the four of them sat with the fire between them and the lake darkening beyond it.

Then Coach reached for his cup.

The motion was small, but everyone noticed.

Trey straightened. Alton lowered his blanket from his chin. Wells picked up his drink.

Coach looked around the circle.

“To the brothers here,” he said.

Wells raised his cup.

“To the brothers here,” he repeated.

Coach’s voice stayed steady.

“And to the brothers and drones who could not be here tonight.”

The fire cracked softly between them.

Wells looked down at his cup, then out across the lake, as if the dark water might carry the words farther than the shoreline.

“To the ones on duty,” he said. “The ones back home. The ones training, serving, healing, resting, waiting, watching from wherever they are.”

Trey’s usual smirk faded into something gentler.

Alton blinked quickly and raised his cup higher.

Coach nodded once.

“Gold does not end at the edge of the room,” he said. “Or the city. Or the lake.”

Wells swallowed, then lifted his cup higher.

“To all of them,” he said. “Brothers. Drones. Gold. Polo. Present or absent.”

The circle answered him.

“To all of them.”

They drank together.

A firework cracked somewhere across the lake.

Everyone turned.

Another one followed, red blooming above the darkening trees.

Then white.

Then gold.

Wells grinned.

“Okay,” he said, voice a little rougher than before. “Now we get the loud part.”

They moved down to the dock as the sky deepened. The boards were warm beneath their feet. The lake reflected every burst of light, doubling the fireworks until it looked like the whole world was opening above and below them.

Trey leaned against a post. Alton filmed for ten seconds, then lowered his phone and simply watched.

Coach stood behind them all, arms folded, cap low, keeping watch without needing to say so.

The fireworks grew brighter. Red and white filled the sky, then gold spilled through the smoke.

Wells looked around at them.

Toronto was behind them now. The subway, the Pride crowds, Church Street, Queen Street, the football noise, the hotel chaos, the diamond, the jokes, the trouble, the long hot days in the city. All of it had led here, to the edge of a lake, on their last night in the Toronto area, with sparks raining above the water.

Trey bumped Wells’s shoulder.

“Good Canada Day, bro.”

Wells nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “Good one.”

Alton leaned in from the other side. “You know, the gold shorts are still deeply unserious.”

Wells smiled.

“National spirit.”

Coach sighed behind them.

“That is still not an explanation.”

“No,” Wells said, watching gold light ripple across the lake. “But it’s tradition now.”

Trey laughed.

Alton rested his head briefly against Wells’ shoulder.

Coach said nothing, but when Wells glanced back, he was smiling.

Just barely.

But enough.

The sky cracked open again, bright enough to turn every face red, white, and gold.

For once, Wells did not need to be louder than the moment.

He stood on the dock, surrounded by his brothers, with home behind him and fireworks ahead.

Canada was complicated.

Canada was beautiful.

Canada was still becoming.

And under the July sky, with the lake shining gold beneath them, so were they.

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Before the Golden Bros left the museum, the guide handed Brock a small envelope.

"I think you'll enjoy your next stop."

Inside was a postcard showing a beautiful maple-lined park preparing for Canada Day celebrations. On the back was a handwritten note:

"Something isn't quite right..."

Curious, the Bros made their way to the park.

At first glance, everything looked perfect. Red and white decorations fluttered in the breeze. Families were setting up picnic blankets, and volunteers were preparing for the evening festivities.

Then Brock noticed it.

One of the young maple trees had been covered in colorful chalk drawings and playful doodles.

"It doesn't look damaged," Richard observed.

"No," Brock replied. "Just... unexpected."

A nearby park volunteer laughed as she walked over.

"We've been trying to figure out who did it."

Just then, a group of children approached, looking a little nervous.

"We're sorry," one admitted. "We wanted to decorate the tree for Canada Day, but we didn't know we weren't supposed to."

The volunteer smiled.

"Good news."

She pointed to a nearby wooden mural built specifically for community artwork.

"That's where everyone's welcome to create something together."

Within minutes, the children, Golden Bros, and other visitors were drawing maple leaves, footballs, and messages of friendship across the mural.

The little maple tree was gently cleaned, none the worse for wear.

Brock looked at the finished artwork and smiled.

Sometimes solving a mystery doesn't mean finding a culprit.

Sometimes it means helping everyone find a better way.

Happy Canada Day!

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Canada Day

All those who celebrate Canada as their home and native land celebrate Canada Day on July 1st. The day commemorates the anniversary of the Constitution Act, which consolidated three territories into the single nation of Canada,  way back in 1867. That’s right — Canada celebrated its 150th birthday in 2017!

When is Canada Day 2024?

“O Canadaaa!” The country and all things Canada are celebrated on Canada Day on July 1.

History of Canada Day

Until 1982, Canada celebrated Dominion Day as their national holiday. The day was then renamed ‘Canada Day.’ The history of Canada isn’t splattered with a ton of wars and bloodshed, unlike many other countries. Throughout the mid-1800s, the possibility of unification between the British North American colonies was discussed. On July 1, 1867, the British Parliament brought the British North America Act into effect, leading to the creation of independent Canada. The territories within the dominion consisted of Upper and Lower Canada, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick. Through this act, Canada was divided into Quebec and Ontario, allowing provisions for neighboring colonies to join in the future. This is how present-day Canada came into formation. The British North America Act served as the constitution for Canada until 1982.

Dominion Day was established in 1879 but wasn’t celebrated by many Canadians, as they still identified themselves as British citizens. This changed on the 50th anniversary of the confederation in 1917, when Dominion Day started becoming more popular. A bill was forwarded in 1946 to rename Dominion Day, but the passing of the bill was stalled due to disagreement in the House of Commons over what the new name should be.

In 1967, on the 100th anniversary of the nation’s creation, there was an increasing interest in Canadian patriotism, and celebrations really took off. Even before it became official, citizens would refer to the holiday as Canada Day, and the name was finally adopted in 1982.

Canada Day timeline

1867 Canadian Independence

Britain grants Canada its national independence.

1879 Dominion Day

A federal law makes July 1 a statutory holiday as the ‘anniversary of Confederation,’ later renamed ‘Dominion Day.’

October 27, 1982 It’s Official

Dominion Day officially becomes Canada Day.

2017 Canada turns 150!

The 150th Anniversary of Confederation is celebrated jubilantly.

Traditions of the day

Is it possible to have a patriotic celebration without a grand parade? We think not. Big and small parades are held in villages and cities all over Canada. Other traditions include wearing the national flag colors, having outdoor picnics, sporting events, festivals, and fireworks.

Canada Day FAQs

Why is Canada Day celebrated?

Canada Day commemorates the anniversary of Confederation in 1867 when the British North America Act was passed.  

How old is Canada this year 2020?

Canada turned 153 years old in 2020.

Is Canada Day like the Fourth of July?

Similar to how Americans celebrate the Fourth of July, Canada Day celebrates the country’s independence and its unity.

Canada Day Activities

Bust out the Canadian flag!

Whip up some Canadian delicacies

Get out to a Parade

No Canada Day celebration is complete without the Canadian flag, be it hung from a window, draped from the shoulders, or painted on the face!

Canadians love to celebrate Canada Day with traditional Canadian foods, whether it be Poutine, Baklava, or beaver tails (deep fried bread dough with cinnamon and chili).

Many Canadian cities will hold Canada Day parades, complete with fireworks, street food, and full marching bands. There's nothing more Canadian than getting out and celebrating with your neighbors.

5 Unbelievably Cool Facts About Canada

Canada has more lakes than you think

Canada has the world’s longest coastline

Canada has an abundance of trees.

Quebec produces the most maple syrup.

Canada can get as cold as Mars!

The stereotypical thing associated with Canada is maple syrup, but the country has more surface area covered with lakes compared to any other country in the world combined.

If one were to walk the entire length of the Canadian coastline at a pace of 12 miles per day, it will take 30 years.

Canada boasts 30% of the world’s boreal forest and 10% of the world’s total forests.

Quebec supplies almost two-thirds of the world’s maple syrup.

A temperature of -63℃ (-81.4℉) was recorded in the small village of Snag on Feb. 3, 1947 — that’s colder than the average temperature on the surface of Mars!

Why We Love Canada Day

It coincides with personal freedom

It's the perfect excuse for a cold one

It kicks off History Week

Canada Day roughly correlates to America's Independence Day — but many Canadians get the additional gift of personal freedom, as most leases in La Belle province expire on July 1st.

British Columbia alone guzzles 1.2 million—yes, million—liters of beer over Canada Day weekend (all purchased from official government run liquor stores, of course).

From 2013 onwards, Canada Day has marked the beginning of Canada History Week—which encourages citizens to learn more about their nation by visiting museums, monuments, and memorials.

"A Canadian shore"

“Abolish Canada”