Welcome to the forum, Simon. My 2006 DL-650 has carried me to all the provinces, generally with an ugly hodge-podge of luggage, most of it designed for home-bound use. The bike doesn't care what it is carrying, and evidently I do not much care what it looks like.
When you mention riding to the Maritimes, and you leave out Newfoundland, I think that you missed out on something wonderful. Next time, and there will be a next time, go to our newest province, and follow these three guidelines:
1. Meet the people of Newfoundland. They are cheerful and cordial and welcoming ...for starters!
2. Try to visit most of the island. If you leave out Labrador, never mind; it will still be there next time.
3. Did I mention that the people of Newfoundland and Labrador are a treat to meet?
You will wonder, why the dickens is my FACE tired?
... I will tell you now, that will be from smiling.
In ONE DAY, I rode to Bay Roberts ... looked at a grounded iceberg ... local fellow said, "Bergs dat size, we calls dem Growlers" ... seconds later, it growled and rolled over ... I asked if he had the remote for that in his pocket ... "Hey, Bye, dere's a screwhead in yer front tire" ... he crouched, spat on it, rubbed the spit ... "It ain't leakin, but don't ya be pullin' dat out!" ... I rode to a gas station and waited ... biker showed up ... "What should I do about this?" ... "Folla me, bye!" ... bunch of people fixing cars and bikes ... "Het, BIZE, der's a Come-From-Away wid a trouble in his tire!" ... a minute later, someone with a plug-it kit in his pocket had unscrewed the screw and plugged my tire ... my hardest work of the day was persuading him to accept $5 for his work (extra 5 inside it) ... I rode to Dildo ... photographed the bike in front of the Post Office ... didn't stay long, just in-and-out ... I rode to Heart's Content to photograph my bike in front of the red-and-white helical pattern on the lighthouse ... people picnicking offered me a sandwich ... I replied, "No thanks, I just came for a haircut, but I see the barber is out." ... they pretended to smile ... rode back to St. John's and parked the bike, then walked around downtown ... that was MY Canada Day, and I haven't ever had a better one!
The repaired tire got me back to Toronto. The smiles are still with me.