North of the Border

Well, we got in to Canada about 4:30 yesterday afternoon. We have not left the US for a number of years, since 9/11 anyway, and my goodness was it more complicated than it used to be. We pulled up to a booth first:

We showed our passports, answered questions about whether or not we were planning to leave something in Canada when we left, if we were carrying firewood (some disease is in bark...), if we were carrying more than 10,000 dollars in cash, if we'd ever been refused entry, etc. Then she tells us to pull around and park, and come inside. So we went inside and answered the same questions and many more. Twice. Although nothing about fresh produce. Go figure. About the time I was expecting to get arrested, we were told to have a nice visit, and we were done. Apparently all of this is standard procedure, bullet-proof vests and all. So- we're in Alberta.

We are in Lethbridge Alberta, at a little campground. getting ready to leave. It's 600 miles to the start of the Alaska highway, so we'll get there tomorrow.

We saw some wind farms yesterday. None of the pictures really show how big they are, but anyway:

We saw one arm flat on the ground, and it was immense. David says about 40 feet.