|Know that they did a thorough|
inspection of GrandpaLyle's Ark
before allowing it to reenter the U.S.
As expected, he "asked" me for my passport. Even this is annoying when you consider that I'm crossing a border that used to require nothing more than a driver's license. In modern Europe you don't even slow down from autobahn speed to go from one country to the next.
Next the agent started asking questions. Lots of them. He must have found the opening he sought because next he excused himself to round up his colleagues. As they surrounded the Ark he asked me to step outside. I hoped they had been trained in the use of the sidearms on their hips. One took me around back to inspect the firewood. Meanwhile the other four helped themselves to a look around inside – not an inspection – just a gander. Only twice has anyone ever asked if they could see the inside my RV – both at border crossings – both by "officers of the law." Sure glad I made my bed this morning.
|Looks are deceiving. Riverside Take-Out|
served me some of the best food on the trip.
Ice-breaker/rail ferry for 35 years between PEI and the mainland.
Now serving Chicago as Columbia Yacht Club.
By this time all I wanted was a place to sleep. I wish I had thought to ask Kim and Penny if I could just boondock in their parking area. Another hour found me at a lovely out-of-the-way place on the bay. While setting up I had a tough time leveling the Ark – one of the jacks wouldn't work. Got out to check. A tire had a hole that you could put your fist through. Ugh. A few phone calls revealed I was too late reach anyone. Story will have to wait 'til tomorrow.
Back in the U.S.A.
Miles today: 137
Location: Steuben, ME
Facility: Mainayr Campground