Wednesday, August 17, 2005
a road trip.
a roadtrip.
two girls. a small car. and the open road..
day 1
-----
we were to leave as soon as brenda finished work sometime in the afternoon. I spent the morning carefully packing my belongings. ha. no. I spent almost the whole day writing up my last blog entry, describing an arduous journey in the Chilcotins. when Brenda sent me the message that she was leaving to come pick me up (in 15-20 minutes), it was a mad scramble to locate clothing, musical devices, camping necessities and other assorted items and assemble them for travel.
she pulled up in a black echo hatchback and did a beautiful job of parallel parking, followed by an amazing job of packing Everything into the teeny tiny trunk. meanwhile I sliced up the melon that would otherwise decay in my fridge -- and we were off!
a quick stop in Delta to pick up some special hot sauce and a tim horton's mug for Brenda's aunt, and before we knew it, we were at the border. given that we wore no bandanas, we zipped through the truck crossing without any hassles and proceeded on our merry way down the good ol' I5. even in Seattle we were lucky enough to hit only minimal delays, though the express lanes were going in the opposite direction. we took a quick dinner stop somewhere around Tacoma (mmm pizza hut and taco bell), and finally stopped for some gas about 300 miles from Vancouver.
when we pulled up to my Aunt Barb and Uncle Steve's place, it was before 11pm. cousin Marah greeted us at the door and pointed out a small dish of deelicious peach/plum cobbler that awaited our arrival. Brenda and I being completely exhausted, we quickly found our way to our already laid out beds and were soon fast asleep.
day 2
-----
after an unfortunately short visit with the Wilsons, we packed up again to set out for a fabulous breakfast at Grandma Dorothy's. again, we were greeted by a welcoming sight: three fresh miniature bouquets marked our places at the table and a feast of coffee cake, a mystery egg dish, and tasty berries were laid before us. we had a good visit then bade Lake Oswego adieu as we headed into the heart of Portland.
we cruised awhile for parking then opted for a parkade near the University with meters. meters that required change. with quarters still at the top of the change hierarchy (no loonies or toonies there), this meant a Lot of change. we finally found some at a nearby bank. first stop was the market on park st(?). and what a good first stop it was! we bought 6 delicious cookies, a quiche with some fillings that appealed to brenda, a bread stuffed with veggies and seasonings, a raspberry cream tart, kalamata olive cheddar cheese, and heavenly thai pesto made with coconut milk. Though we ogled many more items, we felt that should suffice, and a fine picnic in the sunshine ensued.
our next event was vegetable racing. Brenda selected a stunning eggplant fitted with wooden wheels, while I opted for the holy potato, though a carrotmobile was also under consideration. little did I know, I raced my potato backwards, resulting in a complete failure in steering and a crushing defeat by the eggplant. though really, I would call it a draw, as neither reached the finish line. on the second attempt, the potato went headfirst and had better luck, though it was still unable to overcome the power of the eggplant. [you might understand this paragraph a little better if you look at the pictures.]
our tour of the city continued via the library, where we had a quick visit with Beverly and were given a full history by a woman who saw us reading the stairs. not having had enough of books, we carried on to Powell's where Brenda found a way to express her love for meat and a box which guaranteed to improve her memory. we then decided to look for the World's Smallest Park, but realized en route that our meter was about to expire. We hopped a streetcar and hurried back to the car, arriving 3 minutes after a $15 parking ticket had been issued.
disappointed that we failed to reach the park, of whose location we were still uncertain, we detoured along Naito Parkway on our way up to the rose gardens. as luck would have it, not only did we manage to spot the park as we drove by, Brenda even managed to snap a perfect photo. I don't think there were cacti the last time I saw the park, back in April.
when we had our fill of smelling the roses, we took the scenic route (entirely on purpose, of course) to Brenda's aunt's place for a BBQ. mmm we had the best pork steaks I believe I have ever eaten - come to think of it, this trip was loaded with delicious food.
though we had considered stopping to camp in the mountains, we instead decided to go all the way to Sisters that night. when we pulled up to Aunt Kit's place on Willow Lane, the guest house was warmly illuminated and awaiting our arrival. there were even fancy chocolates on a little dish like in a luxury hotel. it was a perfect ending to a great day.
day 3
-----
after a long sleep and a leisurely morning, brenda and I mounted two of the assorted bicycles discovered in the garage - I chose a charming old road bike with a big basket at its front and a merry bell while brenda selected the hardier-looking black mountain bike which still bore its $15 price tag. we pedalled into Sisters and met up with Aunt Kit at the Depot Deli for a tasty lunch followed by a tour of the town. our most bargain-filled stop was definitely the thrift store, where brenda found hours of entertainment in a box for a dime and we both found lovely new hats for no cost at all! not to mention brenda's handsome new chia head.
in the afternoon, we took those bikes where they had never been before. our plan was to follow the "sisters tie" bike trail, but the 2-inch deep loose dusty earth proved more than a challenge on road tires. luckily, a quiet dirt road lay beside us, so we took it instead and were treated to spotting two groups of deer. on our way back along indian ford road, we stopped in for a moment of nostalgia at the old Sisters house that brought back many happy memories of childhood. with 4 miles to go before supper, we were lucky to encounter Clay's red jeep - he stopped to throw our bikes in the back and we climbed in for a speedy ride home.
dinner consisted of tasty mexican tamales made by an eccentric, pregnant, mexican woman; fantastically flavourful "green rice", a kit specialty; and a few other yummy things I can't seem to recall at the moment. we concluded the day chatting and being bathed with a slobber-infused ladybug by Lula the puppy.
day 4
-----
there were so many options, it was hard to decide what to do. the first choice was, of course, easy: we would go with Kit to the bakery for breakfast. the bakery we selected was on the main street (not Main St but the main street), and filled with the biggest donuts I have ever seen.
unfortunately, brenda and I were both disappointed by the utter lack of raspberry in our raspberry turnovers (they were cherry), but still it was far from being a bad choice of eateries. the difficult decisions came later, when we parted ways with Aunt Kit to go off on the day's adventure. In the end we opted for 3 stops: the "skylight cave" we discovered in the info centre, Dee Wright observatory, and a short hike to a swimming spot at Tenas Lakes.
We found the cave without much trouble and descended the ladder as described in a type-written brochure. We then turned to the right, hoping to make it to the part of the cave "From which it derives its name" despite our lack of flashlights. Well, it just seemed to get darker and darker. After stumbling down a little way and assessing the route with the help of the flashes on our digital cameras, we decided we could go no further and turned back, a wee bit disappointed. We then tried going the other direction from the ladder and saw the glow from shafts of daylight ahead. It was then that we discovered the large cavern whose roof was pierced by three skylights, through which warm beams of brilliant sunshine lit the underworld.
the hike to the lakes was pretty, and the route lined by miniature red huckleberry bushes. The miniature variety of these juicy little berries was much sweeter than the relatively giant coastal variety we find here in BC.
unfortunately, huckleberries were not the only snacks we had en route. we also made the mistake of cracking open the "Hot Mama" individually-packaged, king-sized pickle that we had purchased from the grocery store in town. The package contents were described as "one SASSY pickle" - a pickle that was at least 9 inches long and 2 in diameter. when they say "Hot Mama", they mean HOT Mama! as we sat overlooking benson lake, taking successively smaller bites from our pickle halves, we sniffled as our sinusses were excavated and our throats burned. we congratulated ourselves when the pickle was completed and continued on our way.
whoever it was that said the water was the perfect temperature was right. Tenas Lakes brought back memories of last summer's trip to Cabin Lake in North Vancouver - the lake was similarly idyllic (and less crowded), but the hike was prettier. It would have been a nice place to set up a tent for a night - and indeed, at least one party had done just that. But we had not planned for a campout and in fact were expected for dinner, and the day was quickly drawing to a close. We hurried down to the car and back in the direction of Sisters.
although it was getting late, we did not want to miss out on a stop at the observatory overlooking a moonscape of lava fields that I'm told was a favourite stopping point of my father's. we took some pictures of the lava and surrounding peaks, easily identified through small windows in the observatory walls.
dinner was of course delicious again - this time we had grilled salmon, phat thai, a mandarin-orangey salad and berries for dessert. we completed the evening with a four-player game of "ticket to ride", which I had been so eager to try since Brenda first bought it.
day 5
-----
I was afraid we had missed our final visit with Aunt Kit entirely. we found her baskets displaying colourful vegetables at the fair, but the girl who was selling them looked at me blankly when I inquired as to the whereabouts of my aunt. after a thorough search accompanied by lively music from the band, we concluded that Kit was not to be found and decided to try back at the house we had just left a short time before. sure enough, we found her there and the three of us ordered some last-minute pancakes (they are not normally served after 11) which awaited us when we arrived at the Depot Deli.
on the road again. The drive took us through the spartan beauty of the high desert landscape. Flat-topped and painted hills gave way to endless golden yellow fields as we approached the Washington border. we hurried to make it to Mary Hill in time to tour the mansion-turned-museum before it closed. I learned that Samuel Hill constructed the Peace Arch. we visited his concrete Stonehenge replica, built as a war memorial at a time when Stonehenge was thought to be used in sacrificial rituals.
when we reached Yakima, we both agreed it was time for dinner. we cruised around and happened upon an authentic mexican restaurant housed in an old auto repair shop (or so the garage doors led us to believe). I guess it was the decor that attracted us first - two picnic tables with fake grass umbrellas out front looked inviting, and inside the tables were covered with fish-pattern fabric. suspended from the ceiling was a big fishing net with assorted sea-themed items embedded in it. it was a bit concerning that no one else was there, or to be seen in the environs at all. we stepped up to what looked like a large hotdog stand at the front and puzzled for a few moments over the entirely spanish menu before asking the somewhat dazed-looking man behind it to interpret for us. he came around and slowly read through the items in broken english, seeming to sometimes use the spanish word without realizing it. luckily, we could figure out what things like 'grande' meant on our own. eventually, brenda settled upon something involving octopus, shrimp, and crab (beyond those ingredients, she had no idea what form the dish would take), and I opted for the safer-sounding snapper 'a la planche'. our waitress had been talking on the phone (in spanish) from the minute we arrived and didn't stop when we sat down inside, nor when we moved out to the cooler picnic tables, nor when she came by to pour us some water and give us some napkins. in fact, she talked on the phone right up until the moment she left around the middle of our meal, leaving our chef solely in charge. turns out the food was very tasty - brenda's dish was a kind of spicy soup and my fried snapper came with rice, beans, and tortillas to wrap it all up in.
dusk was approaching. the moon shining over the hills was picture-perfect. so we pulled into a viewpoint. the problem was, the viewpoint was on the wrong side of the hill. we decided to climb it, but by the time we got to the top, darkness obscured the beauty. oh well.
we needed a place to camp for the night. our first attempt was down a road off the highway, but we found it to be too open, and fenced on both sides. we decided our best bet was in Wenatchee national forest. we found a forest service campsite with a self-service pay station. $13 seemed a little steep, especially when we drove in and found that the only available sites were right next to the highway and one seemed to be claimed by a portable satellite dish. we decided to take our chances with the next one. but then we had a better idea. we turned off onto a forest road and that is where we found a perfect little spot, free of charge.
day 6
-----
our big stop on the last day of our trip was in Leavenworth. Though I had never heard of it before, Brenda had chanced upon this place on an earlier road trip, so we were not surprised to come upon this bustling Bavarian tourist town nestled in the North Cascades. like Chemainus, leavenworth is one those little old towns that faced extinction when the single industry that drove its economy shut down. but rather than accept that fate, the residents decided to bring in tourist dollars instead. in leavenworth's case, someone thought it was a good idea to go German. the streets were labelled "strasse", the architecture is a cheesy Bavarian style, and yes, we did see men in leiderhosen. for lunch, Brenda ate spaetzle and I had some-kinda-wurst (I forget which one I chose) with weinkraut and german potato salad. we roamed around a number of tourist-geared shops, most of which were surprisingly un-german (the russian and australian gift shops spring to mind). it was a strange sort of plastic culture jumble. finally we topped off our visit with a stop at "Cold Stone", where you choose a flavour of ice cream and any number of ingredients you would like to have mixed in on cold marble slabs. brenda opted for coconut ice cream with heath bar chunks and rainbow sprinkles, while I went with strawberry with more strawberries and a brownie mixed in. mighty tasty.
after seeing the signs on the highway, we had to visit one of Washington's famous rest areas to check out the free coffee. as neither of us is much of a coffee drinker, and the temperature must have been high in the twenties (not sure what that is in fahrenheit), we were excited to find that there were also free juice and cookies. well, pseudo-juice sugar water anyhow.
again wearing no bandanas (that's the key, I tell you!), we breezed through the border crossing soon converted our thinking back to kilometres. and now we are home again.
a few pictures can be found in my gallery.
two girls. a small car. and the open road..
day 1
-----
we were to leave as soon as brenda finished work sometime in the afternoon. I spent the morning carefully packing my belongings. ha. no. I spent almost the whole day writing up my last blog entry, describing an arduous journey in the Chilcotins. when Brenda sent me the message that she was leaving to come pick me up (in 15-20 minutes), it was a mad scramble to locate clothing, musical devices, camping necessities and other assorted items and assemble them for travel.
she pulled up in a black echo hatchback and did a beautiful job of parallel parking, followed by an amazing job of packing Everything into the teeny tiny trunk. meanwhile I sliced up the melon that would otherwise decay in my fridge -- and we were off!
a quick stop in Delta to pick up some special hot sauce and a tim horton's mug for Brenda's aunt, and before we knew it, we were at the border. given that we wore no bandanas, we zipped through the truck crossing without any hassles and proceeded on our merry way down the good ol' I5. even in Seattle we were lucky enough to hit only minimal delays, though the express lanes were going in the opposite direction. we took a quick dinner stop somewhere around Tacoma (mmm pizza hut and taco bell), and finally stopped for some gas about 300 miles from Vancouver.
when we pulled up to my Aunt Barb and Uncle Steve's place, it was before 11pm. cousin Marah greeted us at the door and pointed out a small dish of deelicious peach/plum cobbler that awaited our arrival. Brenda and I being completely exhausted, we quickly found our way to our already laid out beds and were soon fast asleep.
day 2
-----
after an unfortunately short visit with the Wilsons, we packed up again to set out for a fabulous breakfast at Grandma Dorothy's. again, we were greeted by a welcoming sight: three fresh miniature bouquets marked our places at the table and a feast of coffee cake, a mystery egg dish, and tasty berries were laid before us. we had a good visit then bade Lake Oswego adieu as we headed into the heart of Portland.
we cruised awhile for parking then opted for a parkade near the University with meters. meters that required change. with quarters still at the top of the change hierarchy (no loonies or toonies there), this meant a Lot of change. we finally found some at a nearby bank. first stop was the market on park st(?). and what a good first stop it was! we bought 6 delicious cookies, a quiche with some fillings that appealed to brenda, a bread stuffed with veggies and seasonings, a raspberry cream tart, kalamata olive cheddar cheese, and heavenly thai pesto made with coconut milk. Though we ogled many more items, we felt that should suffice, and a fine picnic in the sunshine ensued.
our next event was vegetable racing. Brenda selected a stunning eggplant fitted with wooden wheels, while I opted for the holy potato, though a carrotmobile was also under consideration. little did I know, I raced my potato backwards, resulting in a complete failure in steering and a crushing defeat by the eggplant. though really, I would call it a draw, as neither reached the finish line. on the second attempt, the potato went headfirst and had better luck, though it was still unable to overcome the power of the eggplant. [you might understand this paragraph a little better if you look at the pictures.]
our tour of the city continued via the library, where we had a quick visit with Beverly and were given a full history by a woman who saw us reading the stairs. not having had enough of books, we carried on to Powell's where Brenda found a way to express her love for meat and a box which guaranteed to improve her memory. we then decided to look for the World's Smallest Park, but realized en route that our meter was about to expire. We hopped a streetcar and hurried back to the car, arriving 3 minutes after a $15 parking ticket had been issued.
disappointed that we failed to reach the park, of whose location we were still uncertain, we detoured along Naito Parkway on our way up to the rose gardens. as luck would have it, not only did we manage to spot the park as we drove by, Brenda even managed to snap a perfect photo. I don't think there were cacti the last time I saw the park, back in April.
when we had our fill of smelling the roses, we took the scenic route (entirely on purpose, of course) to Brenda's aunt's place for a BBQ. mmm we had the best pork steaks I believe I have ever eaten - come to think of it, this trip was loaded with delicious food.
though we had considered stopping to camp in the mountains, we instead decided to go all the way to Sisters that night. when we pulled up to Aunt Kit's place on Willow Lane, the guest house was warmly illuminated and awaiting our arrival. there were even fancy chocolates on a little dish like in a luxury hotel. it was a perfect ending to a great day.
day 3
-----
after a long sleep and a leisurely morning, brenda and I mounted two of the assorted bicycles discovered in the garage - I chose a charming old road bike with a big basket at its front and a merry bell while brenda selected the hardier-looking black mountain bike which still bore its $15 price tag. we pedalled into Sisters and met up with Aunt Kit at the Depot Deli for a tasty lunch followed by a tour of the town. our most bargain-filled stop was definitely the thrift store, where brenda found hours of entertainment in a box for a dime and we both found lovely new hats for no cost at all! not to mention brenda's handsome new chia head.
in the afternoon, we took those bikes where they had never been before. our plan was to follow the "sisters tie" bike trail, but the 2-inch deep loose dusty earth proved more than a challenge on road tires. luckily, a quiet dirt road lay beside us, so we took it instead and were treated to spotting two groups of deer. on our way back along indian ford road, we stopped in for a moment of nostalgia at the old Sisters house that brought back many happy memories of childhood. with 4 miles to go before supper, we were lucky to encounter Clay's red jeep - he stopped to throw our bikes in the back and we climbed in for a speedy ride home.
dinner consisted of tasty mexican tamales made by an eccentric, pregnant, mexican woman; fantastically flavourful "green rice", a kit specialty; and a few other yummy things I can't seem to recall at the moment. we concluded the day chatting and being bathed with a slobber-infused ladybug by Lula the puppy.
day 4
-----
there were so many options, it was hard to decide what to do. the first choice was, of course, easy: we would go with Kit to the bakery for breakfast. the bakery we selected was on the main street (not Main St but the main street), and filled with the biggest donuts I have ever seen.
unfortunately, brenda and I were both disappointed by the utter lack of raspberry in our raspberry turnovers (they were cherry), but still it was far from being a bad choice of eateries. the difficult decisions came later, when we parted ways with Aunt Kit to go off on the day's adventure. In the end we opted for 3 stops: the "skylight cave" we discovered in the info centre, Dee Wright observatory, and a short hike to a swimming spot at Tenas Lakes.
We found the cave without much trouble and descended the ladder as described in a type-written brochure. We then turned to the right, hoping to make it to the part of the cave "From which it derives its name" despite our lack of flashlights. Well, it just seemed to get darker and darker. After stumbling down a little way and assessing the route with the help of the flashes on our digital cameras, we decided we could go no further and turned back, a wee bit disappointed. We then tried going the other direction from the ladder and saw the glow from shafts of daylight ahead. It was then that we discovered the large cavern whose roof was pierced by three skylights, through which warm beams of brilliant sunshine lit the underworld.
the hike to the lakes was pretty, and the route lined by miniature red huckleberry bushes. The miniature variety of these juicy little berries was much sweeter than the relatively giant coastal variety we find here in BC.
unfortunately, huckleberries were not the only snacks we had en route. we also made the mistake of cracking open the "Hot Mama" individually-packaged, king-sized pickle that we had purchased from the grocery store in town. The package contents were described as "one SASSY pickle" - a pickle that was at least 9 inches long and 2 in diameter. when they say "Hot Mama", they mean HOT Mama! as we sat overlooking benson lake, taking successively smaller bites from our pickle halves, we sniffled as our sinusses were excavated and our throats burned. we congratulated ourselves when the pickle was completed and continued on our way.
whoever it was that said the water was the perfect temperature was right. Tenas Lakes brought back memories of last summer's trip to Cabin Lake in North Vancouver - the lake was similarly idyllic (and less crowded), but the hike was prettier. It would have been a nice place to set up a tent for a night - and indeed, at least one party had done just that. But we had not planned for a campout and in fact were expected for dinner, and the day was quickly drawing to a close. We hurried down to the car and back in the direction of Sisters.
although it was getting late, we did not want to miss out on a stop at the observatory overlooking a moonscape of lava fields that I'm told was a favourite stopping point of my father's. we took some pictures of the lava and surrounding peaks, easily identified through small windows in the observatory walls.
dinner was of course delicious again - this time we had grilled salmon, phat thai, a mandarin-orangey salad and berries for dessert. we completed the evening with a four-player game of "ticket to ride", which I had been so eager to try since Brenda first bought it.
day 5
-----
I was afraid we had missed our final visit with Aunt Kit entirely. we found her baskets displaying colourful vegetables at the fair, but the girl who was selling them looked at me blankly when I inquired as to the whereabouts of my aunt. after a thorough search accompanied by lively music from the band, we concluded that Kit was not to be found and decided to try back at the house we had just left a short time before. sure enough, we found her there and the three of us ordered some last-minute pancakes (they are not normally served after 11) which awaited us when we arrived at the Depot Deli.
on the road again. The drive took us through the spartan beauty of the high desert landscape. Flat-topped and painted hills gave way to endless golden yellow fields as we approached the Washington border. we hurried to make it to Mary Hill in time to tour the mansion-turned-museum before it closed. I learned that Samuel Hill constructed the Peace Arch. we visited his concrete Stonehenge replica, built as a war memorial at a time when Stonehenge was thought to be used in sacrificial rituals.
when we reached Yakima, we both agreed it was time for dinner. we cruised around and happened upon an authentic mexican restaurant housed in an old auto repair shop (or so the garage doors led us to believe). I guess it was the decor that attracted us first - two picnic tables with fake grass umbrellas out front looked inviting, and inside the tables were covered with fish-pattern fabric. suspended from the ceiling was a big fishing net with assorted sea-themed items embedded in it. it was a bit concerning that no one else was there, or to be seen in the environs at all. we stepped up to what looked like a large hotdog stand at the front and puzzled for a few moments over the entirely spanish menu before asking the somewhat dazed-looking man behind it to interpret for us. he came around and slowly read through the items in broken english, seeming to sometimes use the spanish word without realizing it. luckily, we could figure out what things like 'grande' meant on our own. eventually, brenda settled upon something involving octopus, shrimp, and crab (beyond those ingredients, she had no idea what form the dish would take), and I opted for the safer-sounding snapper 'a la planche'. our waitress had been talking on the phone (in spanish) from the minute we arrived and didn't stop when we sat down inside, nor when we moved out to the cooler picnic tables, nor when she came by to pour us some water and give us some napkins. in fact, she talked on the phone right up until the moment she left around the middle of our meal, leaving our chef solely in charge. turns out the food was very tasty - brenda's dish was a kind of spicy soup and my fried snapper came with rice, beans, and tortillas to wrap it all up in.
dusk was approaching. the moon shining over the hills was picture-perfect. so we pulled into a viewpoint. the problem was, the viewpoint was on the wrong side of the hill. we decided to climb it, but by the time we got to the top, darkness obscured the beauty. oh well.
we needed a place to camp for the night. our first attempt was down a road off the highway, but we found it to be too open, and fenced on both sides. we decided our best bet was in Wenatchee national forest. we found a forest service campsite with a self-service pay station. $13 seemed a little steep, especially when we drove in and found that the only available sites were right next to the highway and one seemed to be claimed by a portable satellite dish. we decided to take our chances with the next one. but then we had a better idea. we turned off onto a forest road and that is where we found a perfect little spot, free of charge.
day 6
-----
our big stop on the last day of our trip was in Leavenworth. Though I had never heard of it before, Brenda had chanced upon this place on an earlier road trip, so we were not surprised to come upon this bustling Bavarian tourist town nestled in the North Cascades. like Chemainus, leavenworth is one those little old towns that faced extinction when the single industry that drove its economy shut down. but rather than accept that fate, the residents decided to bring in tourist dollars instead. in leavenworth's case, someone thought it was a good idea to go German. the streets were labelled "strasse", the architecture is a cheesy Bavarian style, and yes, we did see men in leiderhosen. for lunch, Brenda ate spaetzle and I had some-kinda-wurst (I forget which one I chose) with weinkraut and german potato salad. we roamed around a number of tourist-geared shops, most of which were surprisingly un-german (the russian and australian gift shops spring to mind). it was a strange sort of plastic culture jumble. finally we topped off our visit with a stop at "Cold Stone", where you choose a flavour of ice cream and any number of ingredients you would like to have mixed in on cold marble slabs. brenda opted for coconut ice cream with heath bar chunks and rainbow sprinkles, while I went with strawberry with more strawberries and a brownie mixed in. mighty tasty.
after seeing the signs on the highway, we had to visit one of Washington's famous rest areas to check out the free coffee. as neither of us is much of a coffee drinker, and the temperature must have been high in the twenties (not sure what that is in fahrenheit), we were excited to find that there were also free juice and cookies. well, pseudo-juice sugar water anyhow.
again wearing no bandanas (that's the key, I tell you!), we breezed through the border crossing soon converted our thinking back to kilometres. and now we are home again.
a few pictures can be found in my gallery.
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