In the couple of weeks that we had to wait before we picked up the new truck the weather changed dramatically. On our many walks we would stop and chat to the locals (did I mention how friendly Canadians are?), the topic of the weather always came up and as we were already nearing the end of March, we were curious about when spring would make an appearance. Every person we spoke to said that spring starts like someone switching on a light switch, we thought it was a joke. Surely the minus temperatures, icy winds that freeze your nasal hairs and knee-deep snow wouldn’t just disappear as quickly as…