The vagrant doesn’t fall far from the tree

We returned to the states from Canada this afternoon.  I think this has been our wettest Vancouver visit yet.  It didn’t just rain, it poured.  And, of course, we walked all about no matter what the weather did.  Or we wouldn’t have had any walks at all.  Funny, this morning we saw the sunrise AND had no Canadian rain for the first time throughout this visit.

You know, we work hard to prepare for each border crossing.  They can ask any questions they want, they can search without cause (actually they presume cause already, right?) and they’re in no apparent hurry.  One never knows what type of encounter to expect at the border crossing and so must prepare.

So we’re preparing as we head east on Highway 1 and south on 13.  “We’re from North Carolina, we have an accounting of the value of all the stuff we’re bringing from Canada, we’ve no citrus nor meat nor dairy”, and and and. . .  What are they going to ask us and is there going to be a big line-up at the border?

Today’s had to be the funniest border crossing ever.  Absolutely no waiting whatsoever, no cars or trucks in front of us.  We pull up to the U.S. Customs Border Patrol kiosk.  The officer sticks out his gloved hand to our open window.  I pass our two passports to his hand.  He asks, “Is this a rental car?”


Where are you from?”

“North Carolina.”

“What was your purpose in Canada?”

“Our daughter and two grandchildren live in Vancouver. We visited for the holiday.”

“And you spoiled them rotten?”

“Yep, we gave them chocolates and espresso and left them with their parents.”

“Welcome back to the states.”

Really!  That really was the extent of our exchange with the officer of the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol.  The national security risk is 500 feet below sea level. Or, when he looked us up on his computer he saw everything about us and decided, “we’ve scared these two so much they are totally harmless now.”

One other choice?  This is the first border crossing in five years without the trailer and truck and all the baggage they entail.  We’re in a rental car we are very unlikely to have altered with hidden storage.  Maybe we store the trailer and truck below the 49th parallel and rent a gas-saving car for our Canada visits.

We save a bunch on camping fees and fuel costs.  What do you bet the border crossings are probably all easier without the trailer and truck?  Hmm, could foretell a change in how we travel and live.

We’re in Mesa again.  First thing as we deplaned we donned our sunglasses for the first time in 8 days.  We took off our fleeces for the first time in eight days.  And we’ll be working on separating our toes — we had so much rain in Vancouver I think our feet were beginning to web.  What a nice welcome to Mesa, 60+ degrees, dry, and bright sunshine.

I hit almost 500 tennis balls from 6-7:00 pm this evening.  We’ve already hit the grocery stores to restock the pantry and icebox.  And we have tennis playmates for tomorrow.  Life is good!

Jim and Debbie

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2 responses to “The vagrant doesn’t fall far from the tree

  1. So what’s the title got to do with this post? Honey, that’s the best post you ever did. [edited by Jim]

  2. Too funny, y’all.

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