The calm and gentle seeming border agent lost his patience with us after we remembered a few more prohibited items (I get you can’t bring back fruit, but an egg too?). So we found ourselves in a waiting room pressed by an incredibly nice and personable agent. She was just so gosh darn sweet. In-between questions she mentioned her own future road trip. And for each question asked we had an answer. Usually it was Corey who started the answer with me then clarifying before Corey interrupted again to add just a little more detail. What did we see in Canada? Oh let us tell you. And then she left us to search our car. When she came back we remembered one more item to declare (seeds from Butchart Garden packaged, incorrectly it turns out, to avoid being seized by the government). The final hurdle was me opening up the rooftop cab. She didn’t exactly praise us for our packing prowess, but I can tell she was impressed.

Border crossings aside, it was incredibly nice being back in Canada. We love Canada despite its tendency to exaggerate (big difference between 110 KPH and 110 MPH). This exaggeration was especially evident in pricing with a Canadian dollar now worth about 72 cents. It is quite sobering to know now that my $20 bison burger was, in fact, $20.

We are back. Right now in Grand Rapids, MN. Another tiny house tomorrow and then four days with Henna in St. Paul. Home is wherever the three of us are so this summer it will be there.