I had a little glych at the Border Crossing. I took the Nexus lane even though the regular lane as just as long. The American’s border agent told my my Nexus had gone through as the computer had told me I was approved. I just didn’t have the card because of the Canadian postal strike before I left. I had to stop and park my car and go to the counter.
There young people were being caught by the drug sniffing dog. Madigan was left in the truck for now. I didn’t like it but I had to pee. I’m an older man and I’d been hustling to get across the border and home before darkness. My eyes have to strain to read signs at high speed on freeways. I have had problems at border crossing in my youth. Not as an adult. Still I tried to hold it till I asked to use the washroom and had to remember a code to get in the washroom which I promptly forget and had to ask again. No visit from the dog. I peed. Relief.
Then they asked permission to search my truck and camper. I was fine with everything and pleasant on the outside.
Inside I had the normal array of crazy paranoid and psychotic thoughts. Maybe while I was away the Communist Chinese have taken over Canada. Maybe they’re going to plan t drugs on me. Maybe they’ve read my social media tweets suggesting Canadians Liberal leaders sodomize beavers and moose. They were all perfectly professional and very young. I’d held Madigan while they my stuff and I could help but think of the FBI and Melania’s panty drawers. It’s all invasive and intrusive but I confess while I didn’t approve of the FBI searching the First Lady’s panty drawer I was fine. It was just dark now and driving the rest of the way into the city was a strain. I thanked them and said how much I appreciated the border guard since it forced people to come through the front door.
All my crazy thinking was for nought. I was back in western Canada. Space aliens may have taken over the bodes in Ottawa but not in Burnaby.
It was so nice to see a friendly face and set up like I had for a couple of months .I’m quite adept with this camper and soon even had StarLink up. I loved my site. The park is so clean and green and well laid out. I was glad the market was still open. There’s an excellent selection for RV’s . I was able to get microwaveable dinners and so enjoyed the shepherd pie. Cola and ice cream. Madigan loves to share ice cream. A spoonful is what he gets though he’d like the whole tub.
I’d driven up from Eugene and had been travelling from Salton Sea in Southern California. I was really nice to be home in Canada. These two months in the southern sunshine have been exquisite. My friend George described his time in Palm Springs and how he enjoyed returning to the green of BC. I certainly feel that in Burnaby after the brown of the dessert
It’s warm. A little chill at night. I walked Madigan about the park again and he certainly seemed to enjoy pissing and sniffing in all his old favourite spots. I was able to have coffee and attend an online meetings still feeling thankful having completed this latest expedition. Laura said she thought it was great I’d missed another winter. She’s been telling me about the rain and snow and flus. Yes I’m blessed as a mobile nomad sort of person.
Today I unloaded the Vespa. Madigan rode with me to Bosley’s where we bought his Tiki France and Greece wet food. He’s spoiled. I took him with me when I went to the PO picking up mail and sending registered male .
Dave and Helena were back at the place. Helena’s son is in college and the younger one in high school. Dave;s daughters are well. Nothing much has changed but they’ve survived the winter. The sun was out, blue sky and warm. I left Madigan in the camper and made a run to drop off my laundry to pick up tomorrow. Madigan has been book with the vet to be groomed. Then a trip to Full Basket my favourite butcher. I wanted to celebrate with their steaks. Madigan agrees I also bought chickens and sausages . They’re such a difference in the quality of meat from this butcher. Spoiling myself
I love that there are all these shops and services close to the Burnaby Cariboo RV park. Pretty well in the city. Such friendly people. I am so glad to be back. It’s a moving world of its own. Peter and Larry who I’d spent a couple of weeks with in LA pass through here later in the year. I did 2 months in the south whereas most of snowbirds do 3 or 4 months.
I have a trip planned out east in a couple of months to visit my great nephews. I like mobility. It’s a lot of work though and I never appreciated that years back when I looked at campers and trailers . I do like the lifestyle.
Watching Reacher last night on tv I enjoyed his statement, “for thousands of years there have been people who like to stay around the campfire and others who liked to wanders. I’m sure I’m related to the wanderers. ‘. I agree and I’ve a life time of coming and going and now I really enjoy the being here but I loved being at Foutain of Youth RV park last month.
Thank you God for keeping us safe on these travels and for providing these wonderful safe havings and stopping places .
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