We are in Alberta. The border crossing was not difficult at all. The guard asked us where we were going, how long we were going to stay, and what we did for a living. When we said we were retired professors, he asked each of us what we had taught. There was no inspection of the vehicles. He did look at the passports, but they were not even stamped. I wanted a Canadian stamp. Oh well.
The drive from Great Falls was easy--hop on I-15 and go north to the border, then stay on the same road with a different number. Of course the speed limit is in kilometers. The first time you see a 110 speed limit sign you think WOW--then you realize it's only 66 mph. Once in Alberta we saw a lot of fields planted with canola, sometimes called rapeseed.
The GPS saga continues. Today "he" was renamed 'Stu-y' which is short for Stupid. Stu-y did a pretty good job finding a grocery store in Lethbridge and he navigated us back to the campground without any problems. We are learning to ask Stu-y the right questions.
At the Safeway store that Stu-y found, I saw the longest line of recycle bins I've ever seen. I guess we'll have something similar to this stateside soon.
On to Banff tomorrow.
1 comment:
Glad to see you're on the road again; we just drove thru Oatman, Az on the way back from Vegas and our Nuvi 5000 (named Maggie) put the Jaguar on the Primitive road going in. They're not to be fully trusted! Regards, R&R
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