Pot luck dinner.

I visited Seattle over the weekend. I thought rather than fly under the radar, which was probably the sensible thing to do, that i'd wander up to the radar, straighten my hair and smile directly into it.

After spending a lovely time visiting I began the drive back to Vankie with a slight feeling of trepidation. What if?

I made it to the Peace Arch, and spoke to a nice lady who didn't seem to give a stuff what I was doing coming into Canada, only that I wasn't carrying any guns, and that the rental car was in my name. So, after a good hour or so of toying with my story options, I didn't even need to tell a story, and now i'm back.

I had the truth all set to go. Honest.