Ohhhh….CANADA!

June 25, 2015      Ohhhhh….CANADA!

“Eh now, howz it goin my man?” said the California guy driving the white Dodge to the Canadian Border / Customs Agent.

Prolly not the way you want to ask a way to serious Canadian Border Patrol officer while attempting to get into his country. I was about 20 cars/trucks back entering into line and I had already seen several pulled into a turn around lane and escorted back across to the US. I don’t know for sure, but word has it that if you have been convicted of a couple DUI’s or any substantial criminal act Canada will DENY you entry.   They simply turn you around and send you back to the country where everyone on the team gets a trophy!

It was a battery of about 17-20 questions and it seemed like I got 100% on the test so I was waved through without even looking inside the XB II Camper. Unbelievable!

The first stop was at the Alberta, Canada Visitors Center about 20 miles from the border where I was greeted by two nice young ladies who answered all my dumb tourist questions and also gave me some great maps.

With a couple hundred miles to get to where I thought I wanted to go I stopped off for an iced tea at the first town and I discovered that people in Canada are really nice and even when they are asking 1000 questions about the XB II Camper and Truck.

Top quote of the day was, “You must either A. Have a lot of tire blowouts or B. Going a long ass way if you’re carrying two spare tires on the back of your truck?” I smiled told her I was trying to wear them all out in one trip.

Lots of questions from all walks of life and I take all the time and answer everyone’s questions while giving them LJ and Randy’s phone numbers!

The Canadian highways are immaculate and travel nicely, but it didn’t take very long to learn that very few actually speed down the highway. Everyone is topped out at the listed speed depending on where you are on the highway. Generally its somewhere between 90-110 kilometers an hour, far less then what we are used to in the United States.

The sun was high in the sky and the time was 6:45 pm with no signs of it setting soon.   I was feeling better but was still hacking up a lung on this cough of mine. I recall one of the tourism center girl’s mention a Daisy May something or other in our conversation. As I was driving I saw a billboard advertising Daisy May Campground and I pulled the truck into the shady riverside camp. Diezel and I got comfy and enjoyed the shade and the river, but not after we shared dinner. At 9:45 pm the sun was still pushing out light and not until after 10:30 pm did things really start to change. I have a feeling it’s going to stay brighter longer the farther north we travel.  There was a slight breeze pushing all night long and it made for amazing sleeping weather.