Had a great week in Regina. The weather was amazing! It was around 30 c every day we were there. Terry took vacation to spend time with us and we went exploring the city etc every day. I got up each morning and took their dog, Piper, for a walk, which I know many will find hard to believe. She was a good little walker and seemed to really enjoy it, although she forgot that after we got back to the house and barked ferociously at me every time she saw me .
Kara's flight back home was at 630 this morning so I decided it would be a good time for me to take off also. Something that most people back home don't know is that is the last time I will see her for a while. She is flying back to NB today and then starting to drive back across Canada tomorrow morning, to Alberta to live. I found out a week before I left and just couldn't talk about it without crying, so therefore just didn't tell too many people. So I drove her to the airport this morning and had my cry and then hit the road at 530.
Much cooler today and quite cloudy. I drove west/south to Swift Current and then started down toward the US border. I might have seen one car along the last stretch of highway. As I neared the border I made sure I had my passport handy and then proceeded to the stop sign, stopped, and then moved forward to the gate. As I pulled up to the gate I heard yelling. The border guard came out and yelled for me to stop. And I mean yelled. I was already stopped so I just sat there. Then he yelled for me to pull completely up to the gate. I complied. "SHUT THE CAR OFF!!" OK. "GIVE ME THE KEYS!!" Now I was getting concerned. He yelled (pretty much the whole conversation was in yelling on his part) did you see the red light? I said yes, and the stop sign which I stopped at. He said "What was written under the sign? " I said I didn't know. At any border crossing before I have always stopped at the sign, they take a picture of your car/license plate and then you proceed. Apparently not so here. Now, mind you, I had been doing fairly well up to this point with the whole dropping Kara off at the airport thing and had been pretty pleased with myself that I hadn't cried continuously after leaving her. Now I was at a US border with no keys and a short man yelling at me, a lot. I lost it. He asked me if I had any fruit or vegetables and I managed to squeak out that I had an apple and 2 bananas. Then he yelled at me to pop the hatchback. I was trying to tell him it didn't pop but couldn't get the words out. He finally realized that I was in full blown tears and seemed to back off a bit. He asked me where my apple was and I managed to blubber out that I would need to leave the vehicle and find it because I didn't know. He let me do that, told me to wait a second and the gate went up. He told me to pay more attention when he passed me back the keys, but I think he just wanted this emotional basket case out of there . I pulled ahead so that I was in Montana, then pulled over and had a big old cry . Probably just needed to get that out of my system.
So, in Montana now and heading towards Yellowstone park eventually. Not sure how far I will get today. And it's raining. Surprise. Will add some pictures from early this morning in Saskatchewan and a couple of Montana so far. Will need to publish blog on WiFi so hopefully will find some each day.
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