Canadians keep stealing our shit!

So only a 45 minutes into our driving day, which started VERY late (2 p.m.), we hit our first snafu. My parents' neighbor in Rhode Island gave me a bunch of firewood, and apparently bringing wood into Canada is a worse offense that murder. So the Canadians made me turn around, go back through the US border, dump the wood on the US side (apparently those pesky bugs are afraid to walk across the border), then come back. It's understandable (invasive species, and all), but it was a hassle that took over an hour. After another 45 minutes of driving, we got stuck in Montreal traffic for over an hour. We only drove another few hours before we decided to call the day a loss, and set up camp somewhere outside of Ottawa.

All was well until a damned Canadian raccoon stole all our our bread products. I hate you, Canada.

The only thing we accomplished all day...finding a camp spot.



Better luck next time.