We are refreshed, rested, and re–invigorated after a spectacular day of lollygagging on Big Mountain in the wilds of northwestern Montana. The morning of our fourth day on the road we again partake of another ginormous KOA breakfast. Then JC, CO, and I wave a final adios to Whitefish, Montana and eagerly turn our two–car caravan northward once more.
A few miles later on US highway 93 we are drawing closer to our ultimate destination. I am so wound up I can hardly keep my foot on the clutch.
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| Roosville Port of Entry |
It is 2005 and we do not need a passport to travel into Canada. I get mine stamped anyway, enthusiastically thanking the Canadian border patrol officer who looks at me like the demented visitor from the south that I am. He asks if we have any plants or guns or live animals, or anything of value to claim, and inquires as to what our business is in British Columbia. I tell him “We’re going to Yoho National Park to hike to the Burgess Shale!” He waves us through with a cheerful “Have a good visit!” It is a gorgeously warm summer day to be driving into Canada as JC, CO, and I motor on, grins plastered on our faces like three Cheshire cats.
At long last the “ALMOST ORGANIZED TOUR OF THE TATTERED REMNANTS OF THE SOUTHERN UTAH EARTH SCIENCE EXPEDITION “ has crossed the border!
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| Across the border in British Columbia |
