Okay so let me pick up where we left off:
We spent the night just outside of Glacier N.P. on Saturday night. We found some national forest land and called it a night (after we popped our second tire in two days on the dirt roads). Sunday morning we made a last attempt at calling Goulet and then started on route 2 heading east. By the end of the day on Sunday we were in a Walmart in North Dakota….
Goulet called us on Monday, she had finally checked her messages…turns out while we were hiking on the west side of Glacier ( a fairly remote side of the park that not many tourist actually visit) she was driving on the west side on the same road we were parked on. If she had come a little further she would have run into our van…In fact while we were in the backcountry sleeping, she was camping in the exact same spot we were camping the night prior…What are the chances…the only reason she was even on that side of the park was because she had read about it when we visited it two months prior.
Anyway so we made our way west and by Tuesday we made it to the border in-between all the great lakes in Michigan and Canada. Oh, and we stopped and bathed in Lake Superior. So at the border they decided to check the van so the person at the gate told us to pull ahead…which we would have done immediately if the van would start. So I pushed the van into the inspection zone…where it would sit for 2 hours….
The two guards treated us like scum of the earth from the get-go, not once a smile on their faces. Of course we remained pleasant while they tore our van apart…every single item, out of every single space. They even had us unlock our phones and laptops so they could peruse through those.
After a while they told us there was a lot of smelly things in the van,(they were particularly interested in the cat litter, which if they would have asked, we would have explained it soaks up the gas we spill when we fill up),then they asked us where we were hiding the drugs so they could speed this process up because they said it would take them a while to look through the whole van. We told them we agreed, it would take a while…and they would find nothing…no go….
The dog finally showed up and the K-9 officer interrogated us about smoking pot and then even tried to turn me against Jon to flip on him…When the cop asked me if I was gonna stick to that story I smiled in his face and said yes…he was not amused. The dog spent 30 more minutes going over the van while we waited inside…After the officers were all smiles and telling us we were all set and thanks for cooperating. They were all very polite, and even offered us directions towards our destination…
Here's the amazing part…they searched the van for 1 hour and 45 minutes…wouldn't let us go to the bathroom until the dog got there….but then never searched us or even had the dog smell us…So they went through all that painstaking searching, wasting both ours and their time because we could have had weapons in our pockets and cocaine duct-taped beneath our clothes…unbelievable.
| Joanne cooking us a feast |
Jon and I slept great and woke up to see how beautiful this cottage was in the daylight…all the balconies were high up in the trees, and a lake near by. The owners had left us notes in broken english as well as french and they were so nice. We spent the morning drinking coffee and eating breakfast sandwiches.
Now we are headed into Quebec City and into Old Quebec for the evening..and then tomorrow…we will be in Maine…so surreal..
-Adam
Furthermore, that last leg of the trip homeward bound was very fluid, all van issues I mean, and as Adam stated it was a strange happening, a divine intervention if you will, that took place once we decided to head home on the Alaskan Hwy. It was the universe calling us and we just needed to take a hint and accept that Alaska was an impossibility..... and believe us... with that last break down the universe couldn't have been more clear about which direction it wanted us to head in. But by that time we had reached the farthest of road away from home and we had been gone longest we had ever been, (100 days) and so for us, home was the next trip... I felt equally as excited for home, as I did for the trip before I left! Adam couldn't wait to see his dog Nova, and I needed my desk and all that seemed so far away.. family and friends.. the smell of Maine! Trips like this one come seldom in life but they are the biggest reminder of whats important when all hope is lost, that family means everything so GET BACK HOME AND FOOL THEM ALL!
Yukon Jon - "cheese and bacon" ;)
Furthermore, that last leg of the trip homeward bound was very fluid, all van issues I mean, and as Adam stated it was a strange happening, a divine intervention if you will, that took place once we decided to head home on the Alaskan Hwy. It was the universe calling us and we just needed to take a hint and accept that Alaska was an impossibility..... and believe us... with that last break down the universe couldn't have been more clear about which direction it wanted us to head in. But by that time we had reached the farthest of road away from home and we had been gone longest we had ever been, (100 days) and so for us, home was the next trip... I felt equally as excited for home, as I did for the trip before I left! Adam couldn't wait to see his dog Nova, and I needed my desk and all that seemed so far away.. family and friends.. the smell of Maine! Trips like this one come seldom in life but they are the biggest reminder of whats important when all hope is lost, that family means everything so GET BACK HOME AND FOOL THEM ALL!
Yukon Jon - "cheese and bacon" ;)
| All the food Joanne got us for the cottage! |






