Day 12: Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Crossing the Canadian Border was daunting. Having heard horror stories of people who were clothes-lined at customs for prior DUI charges, trace amounts of drugs and minor weapons, I figured I had a 50/50 shot at getting into our neighbor to the north. We were packing an assassination knife with 14” blade and a Flea Market taser. Katie was probably solid, but I regret to admit a DUI arrest from 2005. We considered smuggling me in via the trunk of the car but thought the consequences for human trafficking may be more detrimental than simply missing out on the opportunity to tramp around with the Canucks for a couple weeks.