Another border, another problem

So, if you've been reading this blog at all, you know that border guards hate me. As it turns out, it is quite the disadvantage to be "alternative looking" at borders, up to and including my own country's border. More on that later...

Today was way more productive. We got some serious miles under our belt, listened to several discs worth of book on tape, and saw some pretty countryside. Oh yeah, and ate poutine! Poutine is a yummy eastern Canadian specialty. It is actually documented in The Book of Records that poutine is the only thing Canada is good for besides fishing. Who knew?



After hours of Canadian countryside, we got to the US border at Sault. Ste. Marie, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. As usual, we were "selected for secondary screening," rather than just waved through like 98% the cars. This means that they make you wait inside while they rip apart your car looking for contraband. They found a few old license plates from when the mini had a different registration, and were convinced that I was up to no good. They were being complete cocks, and it made me pretty upset. After a 45 minute delay, they decided I wasn't going to blow anything up, and sent us on our way.

After that hogwashery, we actual found a pretty radical campground run my some nice Yupers (slang for Upper Peninsula folks.) Taylor and I had a golf contest, which I'm pretty sure she won. Her game is really coming around.



Here is our camp spot:



The place was super quite. We watched the sunset alone, had dinner by the campfire, then listened to some audio book in the van. We've been sleeping in the van because it's easier to get going in the morning, not to mention it's been freezing outside at night. Also, the van is inherently better than a tent. No explanation needed.



Back in the USA...again.