Karen and I packed up and hit the road  June 13th and headed north bound toward beautiful Vancouver, Canada. The ride went quicker than I expected, great driving weather the whole way. Getting across the border was another story. After telling them what were there for, we were asked to drive off to the side and go in to a small building. There we handed over our passports, took a seat and waited. Then we waited some more and some more. I thought they'd check my gear, make sure we weren't smuggling anything but they didn't even search the car. They were more concerned with the fact that we were Americans going to work in Canada. I didn't know this, but you are suppose to apply for a work application for crossing over. The funny thing about this is that even if you apply for this, your are not guaranteed you will do the job. You see the Canadians want to find someone in Canada to do the job first, regardless if you were hired directly by them. So we had to sit for an hour waiting to be let into the country. It was interesting how their border patrol lacked emotion and were totally fine chatting with each other then doing our paperwork!