Just an Afternoon Jaunt

It's that time of year. The annual pilgrimage to Plentywood, Montana.

At the border where there was a bit of confusion as to our purpose.

"Excuse me?"

"Beer."

"That's what I thought you said."

The US custom's officer frowns at this unique answer to the purpose of an afternoon trip into the US. What can we say? There's still beer south of the border that just isn't making it north. He looks more closely at the passports before adjusting his firearm and emerging from the protection of the building.

Feeling a bit like a deer in the headlights...

Maybe beer was the wrong answer?

"Pop the trunk."

While from inside the building another customs officer watches us.

"How many dogs?" she asks, her eyes locked on us like
we may be prepared to bolt.

It is a question that combined with the unwavering gaze makes me think that she is suspicious of illegally harbored dogs. No, it was quite clear why the question was asked when the passports and dog vaccination report were returned with one milk bone sitting neatly on top.

"Have a good day!"

And we were off - for that illusive carton or two of summer beer!

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A little Creativity

In the days before I adopted packing light and the convertible backpack, there was the big suitcase complete with wheels and a strap to haul the thing through airports. It was a trip to Portugal that found time at a premium as I rushed to pack and get to the airport on time. And, of course, it was then that I discovered that the strap used to haul that unwieldy suitcase through busy airports was missing!

With a cab waiting outside and a flight schedule ticking closer I had to go for practicality not looks. And I'm sure it must have been an interesting sight as I raced through Toronto's busy International Airport yanking an oversize suitcase that bounced on it's tiny wheels as I pulled it along with a dog leash!

Has your travel been creative?

Ryshia

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