Crossing International Borders

This is usually where we would find BK in the morning.  So night-time, when the dash has cooled from the afternoon sun, he would jump up there and sleep.  He’s usually there all night long and it’s pretty common to still find him there in the morning.

Saturday morning was no different.  We spent the night at a campground in the northern Detroit area.  Our plans were to cross into Canada via the Blue Water Bridge at Port Huron, Michigan and find a place to stay for a couple of nights in Canada.

Once we got to the border crossing this is what we found.

It took us 45 minutes to get through to Canada.  For those of you who know David, this was torturous.  He kept looking at the clock and informing me every two minutes how much time had passed.  He’s still practicing having patience.

Once on the other side, we had the hardest time trying to find any campground to stay.  The biggest factor was, a lot of what we did find only had 30amps of service.  In this heat that we’ve been having, on 30 amps, we’d only be able to run one air conditioner.  That would not be fun for anyone.  So we decided to drive straight through to home.  Once we crossed into Canada we were only 4 hours from home after all.

So drive we did.  Across from Michigan, into Canada, through Buffalo, NY and then on to Rochester, NY….home.  Aaahhh…you ask how the border crossing was once on the Buffalo, NY side?  First off, going through Niagara Falls is not a good way to go.  It’s one of the busiest, if not THE busiest entry point into the US.  So we drove to the Lewiston Bridge.  That should have been better.  I say should have been because this is what we found.

This entry point took us 1 1/2 hours!  I know this because, once again, David was counting down the time.  I reminded him that at least we had a bathroom and food, where as the guy next to me in his car just finished a large coffee, and we still had quite a distance to cover.  I kept having flashbacks to the Sandra Bullock/Hugh Grant movie, Two Weeks Notice, where she has to go to the bathroom and she runs up to an rv and asks if she could use theirs.

Anyway, we made it home safe and sound.  The kitties are running around the house like we never left.  Up to their old tricks.  Sleeping in there usual spots in the house.  This trip didn’t seem to phase them at all.  I think BK misses the open road though.

Sometimes when I go to take the dog out for a walk, BK makes a run for the door.  Like he thinks we’re going to leave him home or something.  He never did this before the trip, or during.  We’re looking to go out again in another couple of weeks. Labor Day Weekend.  We’re going to the Thousand Islands area (about 3 hours from us) with some friends of ours.  After that…who knows.