Blue Gate Farm

Directions Contact the business

Blue Gate Farm Blue Gate Farm offers
Riding and Vaulting Lessons
Horse care is part of the lesson

10/30/2026

There’s an add on fb
Chain mouthpiece
Long shanks
Curb

What are people thinking using a bit like this?

10/30/2026

On the border between Quebec and Vermont, there are two small towns that grew up side by side.

On the Canadian side is Stanstead, Quebec.

On the American side is Derby Line, Vermont.

For most of their history, people in the two towns barely thought about the border. They worked together, worshipped together, married each other and shopped in each other’s stores. Some streets ran right across the line.

And in the middle of them, there’s a building that may be one of the strangest in the world.

The Haskell Free Library and Opera House.

It was built at the turn of the twentieth century by the Haskell family. Carlos Haskell was an American businessman, and his wife, Martha Stewart Haskell, was Canadian. After Carlos died, Martha and their son, Horace, built the library and opera house in his memory, as a gift to both communities.

They made a very deliberate choice about where to put it.

They built it right on top of the border.

The building opened in 1904. Part of it sits in Canada. Part of it sits in the United States.

The library’s main entrance is on the American side, in Derby Line. Once inside, most of the books and the reading room are on the Canadian side, in Stanstead.

Running across the floor of the reading room is a black line.

That line is the international boundary between Canada and the United States.

You can stand with one foot in Canada and the other in the United States while you look for a novel.

Upstairs, the opera house is divided too. The stage is in Canada. Most of the audience seats are in the United States.

That means a performer can sing in Canada to an audience sitting in another country, without ever leaving the room.

For generations, local people used the building just like any other library and theatre. Children borrowed books. Families attended concerts and plays. The border line on the floor was mostly a fun curiosity, something to show visitors.

Visitors came from far away to see it. People loved taking photographs straddling the line, standing in two countries at once.

But after the turn of the twenty-first century, borders around the world became more tightly controlled. Security between Canada and the United States increased.

The library had to adapt.

Visitors from either side are allowed to enter the library without passing through a border crossing, as long as they stay inside the building and return to the side they came from. Signs remind people of the rules. Border officials keep a close eye on the area.

And then the library took on a role its founders could never have imagined.

In recent years, at times when travel restrictions made it difficult for some families to visit each other across the border, the Haskell library became one of the few places where they could meet. People living in Canada and relatives living in the United States came to the building to see each other, hug and spend a little time together, standing on either side of the black line.

For some, it was the first time they had seen each other in years.

Over time, those meetings became more restricted as authorities tightened the rules. But for a while, a small-town library became a place of tearful reunions, simply because of where its founders had chosen to build it.

The Haskell Free Library and Opera House is recognized as a historic site in both countries.

Inside, it still looks much as it did more than a century ago. Carved woodwork. Stained glass. Rows of books. A quiet reading room.

And that black line on the floor.

There’s something about this place that captures the relationship between Canada and the United States better than almost anything.

Two countries that share the longest border in the world. Two different nations with their own laws, flags and identities. And yet, in so many towns along that line, families and neighbours who see themselves as part of one community.

One building. Two countries. One library card.

And a line on the floor that you can step right over to get your next book.

Only in Canada. 🍁

10/30/2026

In the summer of 1991, a group of people were out in the Frenchman River Valley, near the small town of Eastend, in the southwest corner of Saskatchewan.

Among them was Robert Gebhardt, a local school principal.

The group was working with paleontologists from the Royal Saskatchewan Museum, searching the area for fossils. The dry hills and coulees around Eastend expose rock layers that are tens of millions of years old, and fossils turn up there from time to time.

On August 16, 1991, Gebhardt noticed something.

A piece of bone sticking out of a hillside.

It was the tail vertebra of a dinosaur.

He showed the museum’s scientists. They looked closer. And then they found something else nearby: part of a jaw with teeth.

The teeth were the kind belonging to only one animal.

Tyrannosaurus rex.

That night, as the story goes, the team celebrated their discovery with a bottle of Scotch wh**ky. And the dinosaur got its name.

Scotty.

At first, nobody realized just how important Scotty would be.

Getting the bones out of the ground turned out to be extremely difficult. Scotty was buried in very hard sandstone, almost like concrete. Paleontologists had to chip away at the rock bit by bit, often with small hand tools, to avoid damaging the fossils.

It took years.

Then it took more years in the lab to clean and prepare the bones. Each piece had to be freed carefully from the stone, studied and stabilized.

All in all, the work went on for more than two decades.

Slowly, a remarkable skeleton emerged. Scotty turned out to be one of the most complete T. rex skeletons ever found, with a large portion of the bones recovered.

And then the scientists began to measure.

In 2019, a team led by paleontologist Scott Persons at the University of Alberta published a detailed study of Scotty.

They concluded that Scotty was the largest Tyrannosaurus rex ever discovered.

Bigger than any of the famous T. rex specimens in museums around the world.

Based on the size of its leg bones, the scientists estimated that Scotty would have weighed somewhere around 8,800 kilograms in life. That’s heavier than a large African elephant. It would have measured about 13 metres from nose to tail.

The study also suggested that Scotty was unusually old for a T. rex, perhaps in its early thirties when it died, an elderly giant by dinosaur standards.

The bones told another story too. Scotty had survived serious injuries during its life. There were signs of broken ribs that had healed, an infected jaw and a possible bite from another tyrannosaur.

This was a tough old animal that had lived a long, violent life roughly 66 million years ago.

The news made headlines around the world.

The world’s biggest T. rex had been found in a hillside in Saskatchewan, by a school principal out looking for fossils with his neighbours.

Today, Scotty’s skeleton is displayed at the Royal Saskatchewan Museum in Regina, where visitors stand beneath it and stare up at its massive jaws.

Back in Eastend, the small town where it was found built the T.rex Discovery Centre, where visitors can learn about Scotty and the ancient world it lived in, and see paleontologists at work.

It turned a quiet prairie town into a destination for dinosaur lovers from around the world.

The landscape around Eastend looks peaceful today. Rolling grassland, ranches, wide sky.

But 66 million years ago, near the very end of the age of dinosaurs, this was a warm, swampy world. Giant reptiles roamed it. And among them walked the largest T. rex ever known.

It waited in the rock for 66 million years.

And it was found not by a famous expedition with a huge budget, but by local people in a small Saskatchewan town, curious enough to look closely at a bone sticking out of a hill.

Only in Canada. 🍁

10/30/2026

Raking leaves is for suckers.

10/30/2026

He was born in 1764 in Stornoway, on the Isle of Lewis, in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland.

His name was Alexander Mackenzie.

As a boy, he came across the Atlantic, first to New York and then to Montréal. As a teenager, he went to work in the fur trade, the great business that drew men deep into the interior of North America.

He became a partner in the North West Company, the Montréal-based fur trading company that competed fiercely with the Hudson’s Bay Company.

In the late 1780s, he was sent to run Fort Chipewyan, a remote trading post on Lake Athabasca, in what is now northern Alberta.

It was there that he became obsessed with a question.

Was there a water route across the continent to the Pacific Ocean?

If there was, it could transform the fur trade.

In June of 1789, Mackenzie set out from Fort Chipewyan with a small party of voyageurs and Indigenous guides. They travelled north by canoe, down a great river that flowed out of Great Slave Lake.

It was an enormous river, one of the longest in North America. The Dene people who lived along it called it Deh Cho, the big river.

Mackenzie followed it for weeks.

But instead of turning west toward the Pacific, the river kept flowing north.

In July of 1789, he reached its mouth.

It wasn’t the Pacific Ocean. It was the Arctic.

Mackenzie was bitterly disappointed. He had made one of the great journeys of exploration of his time. But it hadn’t led where he hoped.

That river would later be named after him: the Mackenzie River.

He didn’t give up.

He travelled to London to study astronomy and navigation, so he could better map his position. Then he returned to the North and prepared to try again.

In the spring of 1793, he set out once more, this time heading west, up the Peace River and into the Rocky Mountains.

With him were his second-in-command, Alexander MacKay, six French-Canadian voyageurs, two Indigenous guides and hunters, and a dog.

The journey was brutal.

They fought their way up rivers full of rapids. They dragged their heavy canoe around waterfalls and through thick forest. They crossed the Rocky Mountains. They followed the Fraser River for a time, then left it and struck out overland on foot.

They could not have done any of it alone.

At every stage, they depended on Indigenous peoples. Dakelh and Nuxalk guides showed them routes, shared food and information, and led them along ancient trading trails through the mountains, paths that had connected the interior with the coast for countless generations.

In July of 1793, the party reached the Nuxalk village at Bella Coola. From there, they paddled out along the coastal inlets.

On July 22, 1793, Alexander Mackenzie reached a rock on the shore of Dean Channel, on the Pacific coast of what is now British Columbia.

He had done it.

He was the first European known to cross North America north of Mexico to the Pacific by land.

To mark the moment, he mixed vermilion, a red pigment, with melted grease, and painted an inscription on the rock.

It read: “Alexander Mackenzie, from Canada, by land, the twenty-second of July, one thousand seven hundred and ninety-three.”

From Canada.

Then the party turned around and made the long journey back to Fort Chipewyan.

Mackenzie’s crossing came twelve years before the American expedition of Lewis and Clark reached the Pacific in 1805. In fact, Mackenzie’s published account of his travels was read by American leaders who were planning that later expedition.

In 1801, he published a book about his journeys. The following year, he was knighted. He later returned to Scotland, married and lived quietly. He died in 1820.

Today, the rock at Dean Channel is protected as part of Sir Alexander Mackenzie Provincial Park. His original paint faded long ago, but the words were later carved permanently into the stone.

It is an honest telling of history to remember that Mackenzie was not discovering an empty land. He was travelling through the homelands of many Indigenous nations who had known these rivers, mountains and coasts for thousands of years, and who made his journey possible.

But his journey still mattered.

It was one of the first times anyone linked the vast interior of the northern continent with the Pacific coast, east to west. In a way, it was an early glimpse of the country that would one day stretch from sea to sea.

And of all the things he could have written on that rock, he chose two words that still give Canadians a little shiver.

From Canada.

Only in Canada. 🍁

10/30/2026

In 2016, Canada’s only Arctic seaport went quiet. Its American owner, Denver-based OmniTrax, shut the port, and the next year floods washed out the only rail line to it. For more than a year, Churchill, Manitoba, was cut off from the rest of the country by land.

In 2018, a new owner took over. Arctic Gateway Group is owned by a partnership of 29 First Nations and 12 northern communities. They rebuilt the Hudson Bay Railway, Canada’s only rail link to an Arctic port.

This season shows what they’ve built.

At the start of September, the bulk carrier Federal Sprey loaded about 30,000 tonnes of Saskatchewan durum wheat at Churchill, bound for the Mediterranean. It was the port’s first grain export since 2020, and the first of three grain ships planned for this season, which together are expected to move more than 100,000 tonnes.

Grain wasn’t the only cargo:

Zinc concentrate: loaded at the port, Churchill’s first critical-minerals export in more than two decades.
Potash: the port’s first-ever potash cargo, mined in Manitoba and bound for the Port of Antwerp-Bruges in Belgium.
Northern resupply: ships carrying construction equipment, trucks and supplies to communities in Nunavut.

It’s the most varied season in the port’s history.

The route itself is the point. Prairie grain and Manitoba minerals travel by rail to Hudson Bay and then sail straight to Europe, without crossing the United States.

“Our producers need more ways to reach customers around the world,” said Manitoba Agriculture Minister Ron Kostyshyn.

It’s worth keeping the scale honest. In the Canadian Wheat Board years, Churchill could move several hundred thousand tonnes of grain in a season, so 100,000 tonnes is a restart, not a return to its peak. The shipping season is short, and critics point to high rail and insurance costs and limited storage.

But the ambitions are growing. Arctic Gateway has signed a partnership with the Port of Antwerp-Bruges and expects more grain in 2027. Manitoba Premier Wab Kinew says Ottawa wants LNG shipped from Churchill by 2030.

10/30/2026

She was born on October 20, 1873, near Chatsworth, Ontario.

Her name was Helen Letitia Mooney. Everyone called her Nellie.

When she was a small girl, her family packed up and moved west to homestead on the open prairie of Manitoba. They built a new life in the Souris Valley in a time when the West was still being settled.

Nellie didn’t go to school until she was ten.

But once she started, she never stopped learning. She became a teacher at just sixteen, working in small country schools.

She was sharp, funny and fearless. And she noticed things.

She noticed how hard the women around her worked on prairie farms. She noticed that they had almost no say in the laws that governed their lives. In most of Canada, women could not vote. They could not run for office. In many places, a married woman had very limited rights over her property, her earnings or even her children.

Nellie thought that was ridiculous.

She married Robert Wesley McClung, a pharmacist, and raised five children. She also began to write.

In 1908, her first novel, Sowing Seeds in Danny, was published. It was a warm, funny story about life in a small prairie town, and it became a bestseller across Canada.

Suddenly Nellie McClung had a national audience.

She used it.

She became one of the most powerful public speakers in the country. She campaigned for women’s right to vote, for better working conditions, for laws to protect women and children, and for temperance.

She was very good at it. Crowds came to hear her because she made them laugh. She could take apart an opponent’s argument so cleverly that even people who disagreed with her ended up smiling.

In Manitoba, her main opponent was the premier, Sir Rodmond Roblin.

When Nellie and a delegation of women went to see him about the vote, he dismissed them. In his view, respectable women did not want the vote, and politics would only make them less ladylike.

Nellie decided to answer him in a way no one would forget.

On January 28, 1914, a group of women in Winnipeg rented the Walker Theatre and staged a mock parliament.

In this pretend legislature, women were in charge, and men were asking for the right to vote.

Nellie played the premier.

When the delegation of men came to her asking for the vote, she gave them a long, patronizing speech, repeating the same kind of arguments that Roblin had used against women, but turned around. She told the men that politics would unsettle them, that voting would ruin the home, that nice men didn’t really want the vote anyway.

She imitated Roblin’s voice and mannerisms perfectly.

The audience roared with laughter.

The performance was a sensation. Newspapers wrote about it. People repeated the jokes. For many, it was the moment the arguments against women’s suffrage started to look as silly as they truly were.

Two years later, in 1916, Manitoba became the first province in Canada to give women the right to vote and run for provincial office.

Saskatchewan and Alberta followed that same year.

By then, Nellie had moved to Edmonton. She kept campaigning. In 1921, she was elected to the Alberta legislature.

Then came another famous fight.

In the 1920s, it was still unclear under Canadian law whether women counted as “persons” who could be appointed to the Senate. Nellie and four other Alberta women, Emily Murphy, Henrietta Muir Edwards, Louise McKinney and Irene Parlby, took the question all the way to the highest court of appeal in the British Empire.

In 1929, the court ruled that women were indeed persons under the law.

The five women became known as the Famous Five.

Nellie McClung kept writing and speaking for the rest of her life. In 1936, she became the first woman appointed to the board of governors of the CBC. She died in Victoria, British Columbia, in 1951.

An honest telling of her story has to include something difficult.

Like a number of reformers of her time, Nellie McClung supported eugenics, including the policy that led to the forced sterilization of people judged “unfit” in Alberta. It caused terrible harm, much of it to vulnerable people, including Indigenous people and people with disabilities. Many Canadians today find it deeply troubling, and they are right to.

She was a woman of her time in both its courage and its blind spots.

Both are part of the story.

But her fight for the vote changed Canada forever.

Today, a statue of the Famous Five stands on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, and another in Calgary. In the sculpture, there is an empty chair beside them, inviting people to sit down and join them.

It feels like something Nellie would have liked.

She never believed that change was something you waited politely for. She believed in showing up, speaking up, making people laugh and refusing to sit down until things were fair.

Only in Canada. 🍁

10/30/2026

These tend to be the reasoning for many people to not advance their learning and re-evaluate the ways in which they interact with horses.

While many things are gained and learned from experience, it does not mean that those methods are necessarily correct or healthy.

With the advances in research and technology to give us a better understanding of the equine athlete, we would do ourselves and our horses a disservice in ignoring that and getting stuck in old ways because “that’s how it’s always been done.”

Admitting that you don’t know everything and there is always room for improvement is the first step in allowing yourself to learn and grow as a horse person.

You never want to become stagnant.

Fitness isn’t just about physical health, but also mental fitness which requires you to constantly expand your knowledge and understanding.

While experience is important, it does not take the place of education. We have met many horse people who have been in the industry for decades, only to attend a seminar, lecture, lab or course and feel guilty for how they’ve been doing certain
things.

Experience is experience, and education is education.
One does not take the place of the other.

Both owning and riding horses is a lifelong journey of learning and self-improvement, and should always be approached with an open mind and absence of ego and expectations.

This also means accepting the fact that what your experience is (for example “never had any problems”) is based partially on your ego, and partially on your skill at the time.

Were you really having zero issues, or did you just lack the ability to identify those problems?

Did you dismiss potential symptoms as “bad behaviour”, poor work ethic, or by anthropomorphizing your horse?

So many people are afraid of being wrong, not understanding that it is a natural part of the journey and a stepping stone to doing better.

It’s okay to make mistakes, so long as you learn from them, so long as you stop making excuses for yourself and drop your ego, drop your human-based timeline, drop your emotionally charged reactions so you can actually become a better horse person.

Address

9425 Cheryl Road, Ness Lake
Prince George, BC
V2K5L9

Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Blue Gate Farm posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to Blue Gate Farm:

Shortcuts

Share