A change in trajectory
Waiting overnight for a magical pain cure didn’t work. After checking distances, we left the land of “waiting for things to blow”and wended our way back to the land of the Maple Leaf. A reevaluation of the trip, later this week.
Today was Montana, among others. Lots of hilly hills and twisting streams. The only lack: trees. When you drive for hours and see nothing taller than a shrub in a yard, the need is clear. Donate your extra trees to the Big Sky Country. Spread some shade.
I spotted a biker wearing a bandanna; it looks like they raise some hard-headed folks in MT.
The highlight of the afternoon was our halt at Border Services. A reprimand for stopping too close to their window, and some questions that honed in on whether we had purchased any vehicle upgrades or repairs. How do they know these things? The admission of a battery upgrade/repair raised… nothing. “Welcome back to Canada” and we were free to carry on. My second sack of grapes is where it belongs, in the mini-fridge.
In Lethbridge, my tour of the hospital was cursory and professional. I have a small bottle of antibiotics pills to take me through the next week. People in Alberta know where I am from, in the global sense. No need to refer to our proximity to Maine (which I really should visit, at a later time.) of course, my hospital consultation was free. As it should be, in a civilized world.
Despite the reluctance of KOA to serve the city, we found a competitor just out the way, and all is well. The wifi uses single-device tokens; I use a hotspot. Check and mate.
