Border Crossing

 

 After driving north on Maine's coastal highway #1 we approached the border of Canada with passport, enhanced driving license, and vet papers in hand. The border guard wore a mask over his whiskered face. He asked us where we were going (Fundy National Park). He asked what states we drove through to get here and Offspring #2 did an amazing job of accurately recounting our trip. Then he asked our travel plans and again she knew all the provinces we planned to travel. He asked if we had guns, mace or bear spray. We did not. He asked how we planned to defend ourselves. We responded we planned to avoid trouble. He asked us to lower the back seat window. He didn't want to see the papers on the dog but he did say we had a calm dog. He asked if we planned to make any deliveries in Canada. We didn't. He asked if we planned to visit anyone in Canada. We didn't. Soon we were on our way motoring in a foreign country trying to convert kph into mph. High fences paralleled the freeway and I wondered if they really kept the deer out. I didn't see any dead deer on the road so maybe they do work. Several times we saw moose crossing signs instead of deer crossing signs. We had lunch in St. John's and are now on our way to a Canadian adventure