June 4, Thursday Today I had a mission to get all the way to Vernon BC. Sheila indicated about 8 1/2 hours of riding though she doesn't figure in gas and coffee stops with that, so I was packed up and on the road, with jacket plugged in, at 41 degrees, by 8:00 am. Riding through absolutely gorgeous country, I crossed into Idaho and with a few coffee stops, rolled up the Canadian Border. The agent, with less than steller attitude started asking me questions. "Where were you born, where do you live, what do you do for a living?" (All typical) "What other states have you lived in?" (not typical). I think I made a mistake telling him simply that I was retired, rather than saying I am a retired "air traffic controller" because he
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