Trouble at the border

So we began day two just shy of the Canadian border with a goal to hit 800 miles before we docked for another night's rest. We cruised up to the customs window with big old grins on our face completely unaware of what was in store for us. Matt, just joking, told me to ditch my jacket because I looked like trouble. I didn’t listen and before you knew it we had become a victim of red neck racial profiling by the border patrol.

The border patrol asked Matt a couple of things questioning integrity. Matt must have looked guilty grinning from ear to ear because we were soon told to pull the truck forward for an inspection by the officers. We pulled the truck up to door three and it opened revealing four heavily armed officers and an ex-ray machine that looked more like a Mexican taco truck. We pulled the truck and trailer slowly into the garage as the door slammed shut behind us. We were told to slowly step out of the vehicle and to remove everything from our pockets. The interrogation began with questions about guns we owned which freaked Matt out because he didn’t know if he had any registered in his name. Instinctively Matt started to pat down his jacket which appeared to the officers like he was looking for a long lost pistol. The officers didn’t seem to like his nervousness and my ill-timed sense of humor so they escorted us into a room with glass windows where we spent the next 15 minutes watching the officers search every nook and cranny of the truck and trailer. All I could think about was how glad I was that I decided to leave the guns at home.

We managed to make it through losing nothing more than our pride. Justin and Brady on the other hand ran into a little trouble. Apparently you can bring in a bow and arrows with razor sharp tips however small squirrel hunting blow dart guns are not allowed. Justin lost his weapon of choice and I was looking a lot better leaving my blowgun behind with my four year old. Brady on the other hand was not so lucky. Because of good times in the past he was not allowed into the country. Unfortunately we lost one of the crew as he turned around and made the 600 mile trek back to Salt Lake City. He will now be flying up to Fairbanks to meet up with shortly after we arrive.

We made some good time after being held up at the border. Our goal was to hit Grand Prairie before we called it a day and despite the rain and the snow we still managed to make it into town before 11:00 pm.