BORDERLINE

Saturday, early evening, this was our view as we crossed the bridge into Montreal and headed to the truck stop just outside of town. Thankfully,
Sunday we were able to sleep in, but after getting up at midnight the previous three days, sleeping in meant 3am. Since we weren't scheduled to deliver our last boat until Monday morning, we took advantage of some down time to take showers and do laundry before driving 250 miles to be closer to our delivery location and spend the night.

If you haven't figured out by now, I love the water, and we made a point to buy our little lot where I can be near it. It doesn't matter if it's a stream, river, pond, lake, or ocean. There is just something I find comforting about it. But on the other hand, I have a fear of drowning, which you would think would be a fear of the water. Go figure. But back to our travels. The drive to our delivery took us through an area, that if I was Canadian, I would move heaven and earth to live in. The area is surrounded by lakes of all sizes, small quaint towns, trees of all kinds, and green hills. It was so beautiful I was sorry to know we would have to leave so soon, but this area was not tractor trailer friendly. Parking was at a premium and we tried not to block too much of the roadway going through town.

Now get this. We sent in our empty message and then called into dispatch to find out where we should head. We were both surprised to find out we were being dispatched to Pharr, Texas. That is almost 2000 miles empty. I thought for sure we would be sent to Minnesota to one of the three boat plants there, but Texas it is. We are happy to go as we have our routine when in Pharr. It will give us a chance to get groceries, replace Craig's phone, which is DOA, catch a movie, and of course stop by Starbucks.

But before we could get too excited about Pharr, we knew we had to get back into the USA , cross the border and deal with Customs. We headed towards the Port Huron border crossing. Previously, when we have been routed this way, there was quite a wait, first to cross the Blue Water Bridge and then to get through Customs. We were surprised to see we at least made it almost to the bridge before the back up of traffic started. After about 4o minutes of creeping slowly across the bridge and making our way to the Customs booth, we handed the officer our passports, gladly handed over $5.50 , and we found ourselves happily back in the USA.

Oh....did I mention the load of boats we are picking up in Pharr are headed to..........CANADA. At least it is only to Winnipeg, Manitoba, just a short drive from the North Dakota border. For now we head from one border to the north to the other border to the south.

I survived, I'm still alive

But I'm getting close to the borderline