RRR and Nui were anxious about crossing the border, because of the attitude of the previous border guard (the one with the IQ of lettuce). We had a fair amount of liquor on board (hey - for $2.97 a bottle, who wouldn't buy wine at Walmart?) . We had visions of them stripping the coach down to the newly installed power switch and then having us spend hours re-packing. This would have been a problem because, between the two of us, we have about 50 packages of mashed potato mix, several bags of rice and lots and lots of processed meats that took hours to deploy equally throughout the fridge and pantry so the Beast would stay level. But the border guard simply looked at our passports and waved us through. We were back on Canadian soil and having to adjust to the metric system again. The good news is that kilometers go faster than miles.
Of course, we no sooner made it into Canada when Nui's back-up camera on the Beast gave up the ghost. It's amazing how necessary that thing is - so we now have to find someone who can fix it. Does anyone know of any mobile RV service techs in Northern Ontario?
Scooter racing
After parking for the night, we'll still have time for a little racing
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