Stayed in Vancouver last night in a surprisingly decent hotel called Bosman's, free parking, free internet and clean sheets. What more do you need? We decided to go the hotel route after being wiped out by the border crossing experience. First about 5 armed guards and a few guys in suits stood around while a dog sniffed out the car. Then they made us open the back and two gaurds started digging through my things. I turned around to see how badly they were messing up my car loading system and Tubby barked at me to keep my eyes forward. Probably didn't want me to see him sneaking some powdered donuts. Then another guy asked us all the same questions those officers had but added this gem: "You're driving to Alaska? Do you have any idea how far that is?" No, 21 Year-old in a Uniform, I didn't consider that before I got rid of all my stuff and moved into a Ford Explorer. Is it just me? I wanted to punch him. Then we had to pull over, go inside and talk to another guy to "verify our declarations." The whole thing left me feeling nervous, guilty and a little violated. Why? It's been a lifetime since I had a reason to avoid cops but I guess that guilty conscience never goes away.
Speaking of run-ins with the law, while headed out of Oregon, I noticed a cop who was evidently liking the view of my tailpipe. "Are you even allowed to drive in Oregon yet?" asked the ever astute Little Sister. At which point I remembered that I had received a speeding ticket in the state of Oregon when I was 18 and, of course, threw it away. I remember getting a letter in the mail saying I was no longer welcome to drive in Oregon and that a warrant had been issued for me in that state due to nonpayment but I couldn't remember if I ever resolved it. After pretty much escorting me to the state line, the cop drove off so I guess I did.
Everthing I own in the back of my car. Looks haphazard but there's a system and I get upset when people mess with it.
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