(Hope BC): Goal was cross back into US. Interesting about the custom agents (CA) at both ends. Canadian CA asked: did we own guns-no, did we have guns-no, did we have Mace or pepper spray-no, did we have a Taser-no, did we have knives -yes, kitchen ones, did we have any self defense mechanism-no (we thought our personalities were enough). I guess he thought we needed protection from the people, vegetation or wildlife. American CA asked: did we buy any fruit while in Canada-yes, cherries, blue berries, and bananas. That was it.
Then we entered the US and began the real lesson in driving a 45 foot rig in super highway mode (50-60 mph). Tried to stay on the far right lane but with merging traffic there were a few panics. Boots thought this was bad but she was in the navigator seat. I thought it had its moments but over all was ok. I guess because I remember driving these types of roads and it seemed more usual than the mountain edges. Also, no height issues to deal with.
Other observations – no one gives an inch in rush hour traffic. Again trains, Karma doesn’t seem to mind. Karma is back to her usual self.
