Destination Eastport

Up and over

Yesterday morning, Alison and I said goodbye to Amelie, put Quebec City in the rear view mirror and headed for Eastport, Maine. To get there, we went "up and over" the northern border of Maine, staying in Canada (Quebec and New Brunswick) until right before we arrived in Eastport. You can see our route on the right. There wasn't a lot between there and here other than mountains and pine trees.

Crossing the border

When we arrived at the border crossing at Calais, Maine and were next in line, with the windows rolled down and easily within earshot of the border control booth, Alison initiated the following conversation:

• A: Don't tell them what we've got in the car.
• J: You mean the cheeses and meats?
• A: Yes. They might confiscate them.
• J: They are fine. Trust me, I checked.
• A: I'm not sure. Just don't tell them.
• J: Let me get this straight; you're asking me to lie to a U.S. Border Control agent?
• A: Yes, definitely.
• J: With all due respect, I respectfully decline.

The agent motioned us forward, I answered all of her questions truthfully and we crossed the border without incident (cheeses and meats intact).

No tidbits, selfies, links or accents?

Alas, no. First, I'm hobbled by working from the laptop and not my monster iMac. Second, Alison is urging me to finish this so we can head out for the day and find some government official to lie to or possibly bribe. More tomorrow.