It startsMile 0; 3:34 PM
Robert boldly leaps into The Brick and speeds off down the road, ready for an exciting, illuminating, and maybe restful vacation.
Mile 0.2; 3:42 PM
Mile 0.3 3:48 PM
Let's not forget Laura
Mile 25; 4:31 PM
Crossing into another country
Mile 140; 7:40 PM
"Where are you going?"
Well, there's this dinosaur museum in Drumheller, Alberta that we want to see.
"You're going all the way to Drumheller for a dinosaur museum?"
Well, yeah! What's your point?
Robert decides that he wants to get a visa stamp in his passport and asks the "Dame du Customes Canadien" about this. She very politely points him towards an office, and he can see her shake her head as we drive away.
So we park and Robert walks into the Immigration Office.
Here it is on a Thursday night at the Immigration office, where they are busy helping a Somali woman try to find somebody who's gotten lost, and in walks this American. He's dressed in a loud Hawaiian shirt with some kind of chocolate stain on the front (Robert's Chocolate Mr. Frosty leaped down his shirt front) and sandals, he's got long hair and an earring. He walks up to the counter and says, "Hi! The lady back at the border said I could get a visa stamp here!" as he hands the Immigration Guy his passport.
Immigration Guy looks at the passport, which is an American passport (since Robert is an American, no other country having any interest in him), and doesn't really NEED a visa to visit Canada.
"Did Customs send you here for a reason?"
No. I just want to get a stamp to document my visit. The Immigration Guy considers this for a while and looks through the passport at EVERY page (most of which are blank).
"You want a Canadian visa stamp?"
"You don't need one to visit Canada, you know."
I know. But I hardly ever get to use my passport, and so I want a stamp in it.
Immigration Guy makes sure that Robert looks like his picture as he studies the passport. You can see the gears turning in his head. 'What is this guy trying to pull?'
"Are you traveling alone?"
Nope. I'm with my wife.
"Does she have her passport?"
Sure. I guess.
"And does she want her passport stamped?"
Now he's convinced we're trying to pull something, but he can't figure out what it might be. Or maybe Robert finally convinced him that it was a very cool thing to have a Canadian visa stamp in your passport, and the guy can't figure out why everyone doesn't ask for one.
Finally, he stamps the passport, so Robert's passport now has visa stamps for both New York and Canada.
As we drive away from the border, we feel we've done our part for international relations. More and more people in Canada are coming to the conclusion that Americans are nuts.
Lost in Vancouver
Mile 181; 8:30 PM
It turns out we've been going the wrong way for 20 miles! But it's okay, now, because now we have a map!
Well, that's an improvement
Mile 191; 8:54 PM
Robert begins to worry when Laura gazes bemusedly at the map, muttering, "We can't get there from here."
As we drive down a dirt path dodging goats, Robert is inclined to agree.
There is a Langley!
Mile 205; 9:30 PM
Fortunately, Canada has beds, which we quickly use.
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