September 18th

Chris Friday                                                                                                   

Today marked our final morning in Canada. We left Pancake Bay around 8 this morning for our assault on the Canadian/ U.S. border. Before we hopped over the border, we stopped at this gas station where I was once again reminded that Canadians are far kinder than Americans. I went a bit heavy on the snacks and drinks for the road and didn’t quite have enough Loonies and Toonies to make the purchase. The lovely women behind the counter said it was all good eh and sent me on my way. We left Canada exactly how we came in. With Emma and Tracy shouting, “Look! Canadians!” as we past people doing roadwork on our way to the border. We once again got over the border scot free. For some reason, I think we looked rather innocent to the border folk. Little do they know. Our first stop over the border was at a Walmart that personally, I was rather sad to see. The Walmartians were everywhere and the Canadian ehs I’ve come to know and love were nowhere to be seen. We are definitely back in the states now. Now that we are officially re-stocked with supplies for the next week, it was time for us to make our way to Northern Michigan University, where we are supposed to meet up with Scott Jordan. We had plans on going on a hike to a nearby mountain, but the lady that was supposed to meet us never really showed up due to a miscommunication on the email front. Instead, we got a lesson from Miss Bozman on the five stages of the Authority Cycle. We also learned that being 76 doesn’t mean you can’t deadlift almost four times your weight thanks to another Jeff story. Bob made an excellent dinner of lemon chicken and rice that was devoured  at a rather rapid pace. I tried to go for thirds, but the pot had been scraped clean. After a long while of waiting for Scott Jordan and the Northern Michigan University crew to show up for, what was told to be a bonfire and socialization, Scott Jordan and one other showed up rather later than was expected. Although I only met Scott Jordan briefly and never the women that came later, I heard stories of Patagonia and he had a rather cute dog with him. Tomorrow is promised to be another early start and long drive. As unpleasant as that sounds, we will be making it to Rockford back in Illinois and soon back to horn Field in Macomb.