Showing posts with label canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canada. Show all posts

Monday, April 12, 2021

 
We woke up on our first morning outside Alaska in spectacular surroundings. We were in a pull-out area and right across the road were hills that had fog moving across them. Behind us was a gorgeous looking blue lake. I would’ve liked to gaze at those hills and see if it was possible to hike near the lake, but there were no facilities in the little rest area and the priorities were bathroom and coffee. So we took the dogs outside to do their business, got back in the truck and got back underway.

We were both tired all day, since we’d barely slept the night before. It was the wee hours of the morning by the time we found a place to stop and then Miki was stressed and needing attention. So when we saw a nice camp ground in the middle of the afternoon, we stopped. It was a lovely spot, the weather was perfect, and we set our tent up under a tree. The two people and the two dogs were thrilled. The dogs loved tent camping and were happy to settle into the tent on their blankets. As the journey went on, they got really excited when we’d stop and they saw us setting up the tent. Once we were done taking stuff out of the truck, we placed some food on the floor of the passenger side and the makeshift litter box in the space under the steering wheel, opened the sliding windows on the cab and the back of the cab, and let Pearl (the cat) out of her carrier. Once the four-legged furry kids were settled, Bill and I took turns in the showers. We’d been living without running water for the whole of the previous year and most of the year before that, so we weren’t really used to showers any more. Bill went first. He came back and said it cost a quarter to get the hot water, but it went on forever. I actually found this a bit stressful! I went in, stuck my quarter in the slot and the water began coming. I washed my hair and the rest of me and the water kept coming. There was no way to turn it off and I didn’t want to waste it, but I was unsure what else I could do, so in the end, I just decided to stand there and enjoy it. We made some supper and hung out with the dogs. It was a nice evening and we all slept really well. 

The next day, the rain came. It rained, rained, and rained some more. We didn’t want to set up the tent under the circumstances, so we stopped at a place with little cabins and hoped they’d let us in with the dogs. Bill went in and asked. The woman said she wasn’t really supposed to let dogs in, but considering the weather, she would if we promised to clean up well when we left. We did and were grateful. It was a cute little cabin with a small kitchen and bathroom and a very comfortable bed. 

It was quite an enjoyable trip south. We’d agreed we would not rush but wouldn’t dawdle, either. We were on schedule until what we thought would be the penultimate night. We were somewhere in British Columbia and planned to stay the night there, cross the border the following day, and stay somewhere in Washington before going on to our new home. We stopped at what looked like a beautiful camp ground—and it was quite breathtaking with big trees and a sort of deep ravine running through it. Bill paid for a site, but when we got to it and I got out of the truck, I was almost blown into the side of it by the wind! Clearly we were not going to be able to set up a tent under the circumstances, so we decided to walk the dogs and see if it eased up. It didn’t. We decided to leave, push on across the border, stay in Washington that night, and get to our destination a day sooner than expected. Back into the truck we all went. We stopped somewhere and got subs to eat later for dinner. We stopped for the day a few hours later than we’d planned and we were both so hungry that subs never tasted so good! 

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

border crossing

 we are now in Canada, onward toward Alaska.


As we all climbed into the trucks on that sunny afternoon, we certainly felt that the universe was with us.  Sure, we were starting out several hours later than we’d planned, but the weather was nice, the animals were safely in their spots, and we’d managed to fit all of the important things in the U-Haul—with a great deal of rearranging and creative positioning!!
  And so we pulled away from the curb and began our journey into a new life.  Bill was driving the U-Haul, which was being co-piloted by our daughter Helen and myself.  Rick and his son Kevin were in our truck.  We had all the of papers we needed to get the people and animals across the border—identification, a letter of permission from Kevin’s mother, truck registrations, house papers, proof of rabies vaccines, etc.
  We stopped at a rest area for a picnic supper and walked and watered the dog.  We tried to be patient as we sat in traffic trying to get past Seattle.  We stopped just before the border to fill the gas tanks.  Then we hit customs.
As we all climbed into the trucks on that sunny afternoon, we certainly felt that the universe was with us.  Sure, we were starting out several hours later than we’d planned, but the weather was nice, the animals were safely in their spots, and we’d managed to fit all of the important things in the U-Haul—with a great deal of rearranging and creative positioning!!
  And so we pulled away from the curb and began our journey into a new life.  Bill was driving the U-Haul, which was being co-piloted by our daughter Heather and myself.  Rick and his son Kevin were in our truck.  We had all the of papers we needed to get the people and animals across the border—identification, a letter of permission from Kevin’s mother, truck registrations, house papers, proof of rabies vaccines, etc.
We stopped at a rest area for a picnic supper and walked and watered the dogs.  We tried to be patient as we sat in traffic trying to get past Seattle.  We stopped just before the border to fill the gas tanks.  Then we hit customs.

 We pulled up and provided our IDs.  We told the guy in the booth that the truck behind us was ours and that our friend had permission to drive it.  He also had the papers for the animals in the back.  Mr. Customs Official didn’t seem to care much about that, though.  He seemed intently focused on whether any of us in the U-Haul had any pepper spray.  This was unexpected, but we kept a polite demeanor as we repeated our “no” answer over and over again to various forms of the question, “And you don’t have any pepper spray?”  At the point where I was starting to wonder if I had missed an important question somewhere, we were instructed to pull forward, park the U-Haul, and proceed into the customs building.  Rick, Kevin, and all of the animals seemed far less suspicious than we did, apparently, since they were waved through with barely a glance.
 The three of us marched into the building.  I was toting my soft briefcase style bag that had all of our papers.  We were directed to a window where we were asked a series of questions in rapid-fire succession: “where are you going?” “ What are you going to do there?” “You are both going to school?” “How much money do you have?” “ How long will you be in Canada?” To the last question I was tempted to respond that while I wasn’t even in Canada yet, I had high hopes that my stay would be a very short one.  I held my tongue instead.  I responded that we would be in Canada only as long as it took to get through it and into Alaska.  This was apparently a satisfactory answer, because we were directed to another window on the other side of the building where, astonishingly, we got to start all over with the same questions!  I began to consider the possibility that we had entered the twilight zone or were on Candid Camera.  When I thought I would not be able to contain my irritation any longer, our third interrogation came to an end and we were allowed to leave.  We were not quite finished yet, however.

 Outside examining the U-Haul was yet another friendly customs agent.  He instructed Bill to open the back of the truck and me to “step back on the curb, ma’am.”  As Bill slid the door up, we were hoping that our precariously piled up belongings would not come crashing down on the guy’s head.  Who knows how long we’d have to stay then!    Fortunately, things were wedged so tightly in there that no shifting had occurred and everything stayed where it was.  Mr. Customs picked up a few things and looked them over.  He turned to Bill.  “I could take this whole thing apart, you know—take everything out of here,” he said.  “I know you could,” Bill replied wearily.  I stood there silently on the curb thinking, “Aren’t you a big, tough asshole.”  Mr. Customs looked at me.  “Do you have any pepper spray?” he asked.  Not trusting myself to open my mouth, I simply shook my head, leaving Bill to answer with yet another “no.”  After peering at us for a minute and considering whether he had asserted enough authority, he said, “Welcome to Canada.  Enjoy your stay.”  Oh yeah, great to be here!

We climbed back into the U-Haul only to discover that they had searched Helen’s backpack.  We buckled up quickly and took off before they could change their minds and decide to tear everything apart in a hunt for that elusive pepper spray.     
  Thankful to be past that hurdle, we decided that since it was starting to get dark, we would look for a place to stop for the night.  We had no luck so after a couple more hours; we decided to simply stop at the next rest area.  Naturally, none of those appeared right away, either.  After what seemed like an eternity, we finally spotted a place.  We got as comfortable as we could—Bill and Inu (the dog) were on the ground behind the U-Haul, while Helen and I slept in the cab.  Rick and Kevin slept in our truck.  It wasn’t ideal, but at least we got some sleep and we were back on the road bright and early the next morning.

The text is written by Shari and the photos were taken by me

Thursday, July 30, 2020

maid of the mist

is a boat tour of Niagara Falls, starting and ending on the American side, crossing briefly into Ontario during a portion of the trip. The actual boats used are also named Maid of the Mist, followed by a different Roman numeral in each case.



Photo taken 2009

Monday, June 15, 2020

Croix River

looking toward Calais, Maine from St. Stephen's, New Brunswick, Canada


Photo taken: August 2011

Sunday, June 14, 2020

lighthouse

at St. Stephen's, New Brunswick, Canada

The wharf is situated on the St. Croix River directly across from Calais, Maine.


Friday, June 12, 2020

St. Stephen

The International Avenue Border Crossing connects the towns of Calais, Maine and St. Stephen, New Brunswick via the International Avenue Bridge on the Canada–US border. The crossing opened on November 16, 2009, and was the first new border crossing to open on the Canada–US border in 42 years.[1] The opening of the crossing marked the first time since 1961 (when the Union Bridge was closed) that there have been three bridges connecting Calais with St. Stephen. Currently, all commercial vehicles crossing between these towns must use this crossing.


Wednesday, June 10, 2020

maine-canadian border

Calais, Maine is a border town and we walked across to the Canadian side pass the line of traffic.

Calais is a city in Washington County, Maine, United States. As of the 2010 census, it had a population of 3,123, making Calais the third least-populous city in Maine. The city has three Canada–US border crossings over the St. Croix River connecting to St. Stephen, New Brunswick,



Photo aken: August 2011