Eighteen months ago, in the midst of climate satire blackouts  Don't Look Up , I experienced what some people would call a climate epiphany—the moment when the gravity of the climate crisis hits you like a ton. carbon emissions. Faced with the sobering reality that we have less than a decade to exhaust the remaining carbon budget to keep the planet below 1.5 degrees of warming, I was overcome with feelings of helplessness and impending doom.  The only way to combat these feelings was to do everything in my power to eliminate my carbon footprint. But I don't live in Vancouver, Montreal, or Toronto, where they have access to EV rentals, car sharing, extensive transportation systems, and extensive intercity rail and bus networks—or to their slightly warmer climates. I live in Thunder Bay, a small town in northern Ontario, located about 700 kilometers east of Winnipeg and 1400 kilometers northwest of Toronto.  And I found that those of us in colder, sparsely populated regions face unique challenges in our efforts to do the right thing.

((Heather Kitching)