“You are all set. Welcome to Canada”. Stamp, stamp, passport closed and returned. I have arrived in Canada. Took me 2 minutes, of which I have spent 1:45 explaining my work as a volunteer National Park Ranger and that I needed to make sure I exited the US before Sept 30. If only the US could be that easy to enter. I have already nightmares about my re-entry in five days, seeing the queue of cars on the bridge that went the other way, from Sault Ste Marie (CAN) to Sault Ste Marie (USA) on the other side of the river… I need to find that little border crossing with no traffic at all, into Vermont or New Hampshire or so!

It was a beautiful fall day, not too warm, sunny, bright colors, hundreds of bridges and lake passings on the Trans Canada Highway. The drive is pretty long, still, and I am now in Sudbury, of which I haven’t seen anything except the hotel and the gas station next door (which does not sell beers, we are in Ontario, and apparently they have similar liquor laws as Utah). Tomorrow I will be in the Toronto area, which will be the shortest distance to drive for a while (5:30 hours), and I hope to have some more time stopping along the road without ever looking at the Sat Nav adding time to my estimated arrival.