We were told by our Canadian friends we met in the Red Woods that entering through Sumas is the best/easiest place to cross the border. Driving through Northern Washington was beautiful. The land is speckled with cute little farming communities with huge mountains rising just beyond the farms. We made it into Sumas about 5pm.
As we approach the Port of Entry to Canada we pulled in behind a car already with the border patrol. As we come rolling up the border patrol agent starts waving frantically to stop. As soon as the car pulls away he waves us up to the window and asks Brad to turn off the truck. When pulling the RV Rocky’s turbo builds a lot of heat and shutting off the oil supply to a hot turbo is not the best prescription for it, so Brad waited to let the temp come down before shutting it off.
The guy rolled his eyes and with a disgusted look on his face and just starred at us. The truck is really loud and in a corridor the sound just echoes louder. By the time Brad shut off the truck he’s thinking he’s going to get cavity searched. The agent was dry as a rice cake. He asked for IDs, where we live, liquor and firearms to declare. Brad declared the 6 pack of Red Hook. He asked again about firearms. Brad replied no. “Why not?” He asked. That is when I spoke up about the kids not having a NRA course training yet. That was it. No passports, no birth certificates, no health record for Thor, nothing. They didn’t even look in the RV. At least we had every thing just incase.
We pulled into Canada and jumped on Highway 1. Not sure what to expect, we find the roads very easy to navigate. We passed Bridal Falls which is a huge waterfall that was moving from all the snow melt. The mountains are all seeping water and little water falls are at every glance. The kids are unable to keep up with them. We are also noticing a lot of avalanche runs and I mean huge runs. Some have apparent recent activity as shown by tree and road damage. I am glad we are not coming through any earlier. The rivers are zigzagging next to the roadway and they are full and running quick. British Columbia is beautiful so far.
We have been surprised with the amount of truckers we have been passing…or passing us I should say. As far as wildlife, we have seen some deer and a large white “Sasha” dog, like our friends the Brinley’s Great Pyrenees, standing on the side of the road. We stopped in Cache Creek, BC for the night. Now if we can brush up on our metric conversions we’ll be doing great!
As we approach the Port of Entry to Canada we pulled in behind a car already with the border patrol. As we come rolling up the border patrol agent starts waving frantically to stop. As soon as the car pulls away he waves us up to the window and asks Brad to turn off the truck. When pulling the RV Rocky’s turbo builds a lot of heat and shutting off the oil supply to a hot turbo is not the best prescription for it, so Brad waited to let the temp come down before shutting it off.
The guy rolled his eyes and with a disgusted look on his face and just starred at us. The truck is really loud and in a corridor the sound just echoes louder. By the time Brad shut off the truck he’s thinking he’s going to get cavity searched. The agent was dry as a rice cake. He asked for IDs, where we live, liquor and firearms to declare. Brad declared the 6 pack of Red Hook. He asked again about firearms. Brad replied no. “Why not?” He asked. That is when I spoke up about the kids not having a NRA course training yet. That was it. No passports, no birth certificates, no health record for Thor, nothing. They didn’t even look in the RV. At least we had every thing just incase.
We pulled into Canada and jumped on Highway 1. Not sure what to expect, we find the roads very easy to navigate. We passed Bridal Falls which is a huge waterfall that was moving from all the snow melt. The mountains are all seeping water and little water falls are at every glance. The kids are unable to keep up with them. We are also noticing a lot of avalanche runs and I mean huge runs. Some have apparent recent activity as shown by tree and road damage. I am glad we are not coming through any earlier. The rivers are zigzagging next to the roadway and they are full and running quick. British Columbia is beautiful so far.
We have been surprised with the amount of truckers we have been passing…or passing us I should say. As far as wildlife, we have seen some deer and a large white “Sasha” dog, like our friends the Brinley’s Great Pyrenees, standing on the side of the road. We stopped in Cache Creek, BC for the night. Now if we can brush up on our metric conversions we’ll be doing great!
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