In Canada
Another long travel day brought us up through Upstate NY, remarkably and unusually free of snow, until we reached the Adirondacks, at the northernmost point of the state. There was snow there, and flurries fell as we went through the highest point.
An remarkably simple Canadian border crossing made it easy - Where are you going? How long will you be there? Do you have anything to declare? Only a few framed pictures that we’ll be leaving in our house, I said. I could have given her a list of our picnic supplies, but I already knew from their official website that nothing we had was banned. Cheese, bread, some admissible apples, and a few hard-boiled eggs, with some coffee packets comprised our booty. And all of our cold weather gear and short skies — well, it’ll be returning with us; it came in handy this winter already, and you never know about February and March.
So, I imagined her swipe of our passports brought up our border crossing last May, with the same destination, and exit through the same border crossing a couple of months later. She didn’t even ask for Woody’s rabies certificate (he was looking like a model first world pet). It’s hard not to imagine that she didn’t have those records in our digital age, but she barely had time to pull up the records on a screen. We look exactly like who we are, after all, so we’re hardly interesting border crossing folks.
We ended up in Levis this evening, (outside of Quebec City), so now are within three hours from getting to Le Bic. Interestingly, we’re in the same community that my Dad and his wife have stayed for several summers over the past decade, and what was our introduction to the wonders of Quebec and the Gaspe Peninsula region. So a welcome stop!
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| Parc National du Bic (Raoul Roy) last summer |
An remarkably simple Canadian border crossing made it easy - Where are you going? How long will you be there? Do you have anything to declare? Only a few framed pictures that we’ll be leaving in our house, I said. I could have given her a list of our picnic supplies, but I already knew from their official website that nothing we had was banned. Cheese, bread, some admissible apples, and a few hard-boiled eggs, with some coffee packets comprised our booty. And all of our cold weather gear and short skies — well, it’ll be returning with us; it came in handy this winter already, and you never know about February and March.
So, I imagined her swipe of our passports brought up our border crossing last May, with the same destination, and exit through the same border crossing a couple of months later. She didn’t even ask for Woody’s rabies certificate (he was looking like a model first world pet). It’s hard not to imagine that she didn’t have those records in our digital age, but she barely had time to pull up the records on a screen. We look exactly like who we are, after all, so we’re hardly interesting border crossing folks.
We ended up in Levis this evening, (outside of Quebec City), so now are within three hours from getting to Le Bic. Interestingly, we’re in the same community that my Dad and his wife have stayed for several summers over the past decade, and what was our introduction to the wonders of Quebec and the Gaspe Peninsula region. So a welcome stop!
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