Posted on July 17, 2016
We’ve crossed the border. We keep trying to impress on our kids that this is an entirely different country, and the first time they’ve left the US, but they don’t really see it. Everything looks more or less the same to them.
Who can blame them with no new stamps in their passports? To check into Canada from our boat, all you have to do is make a phone call from a pay phone at the marina. Some nice agent asks a few questions about whether or not you have any apples, and how long you plan to stick around, and gives you an official number to put in your window. That’s it!
I did make a run to the bank to get cash for the laundry, and felt like a kind of idiot asking for “Loonies.” Seriously? That’s really what you call your money? Yup.
Currently I’m writing from Blind River; after this, we head to some very remote spots. No phone service, so no Facebook posts or responses to comments for a bit, but we’ll be sure to take lots of pictures.