Border checkpoint to enter Canada in Fraser, BC
Scotty and I have been through more than a few checkpoints together in our years of traveling and each experience tends to be "unique". Going through Canadian customs went like this:
One car from the checkpoint:
Me: Put the camera away! You're not supposed to take pictures!
Scotty: Oh, okay. (Takes one more picture.)
We pull forward and are greeted by a man who appears to be in his early thirties. He has short-cropped dark hair and is wearing a crisp, military-like uniform.
Border officer: Hello there. Passports please.
We hand them over.
Border officer: What is your purpose for traveling to Canada today?
Scotty: To go camping.
Border officer: For how many days?
Scotty: Three.
Border officer: What do you have in the car? Any alcohol?
Scotty: Nope.
Border officer: Any firearms?
Scotty: No.
Border officer: How are you going to protect yourself?
Scotty: That's what the hatchet's for. (Oh, Scotty...)
Both men chuckle.
Border officer: Any firewood?
Scotty: Yeah, I've got a couple bundles of wood.
Border officer: Where are they? (You can tell he already knows.)
Scotty: Under the boat.
Border officer: Can it come off?
Scotty: Well, it could...
Border officer: Okay. Just a minute.
The officer steps back from the car and surveys the car's truck bed and the intricate knots Scotty used to tie down the dinghy.
Example A
Border officer: Do you know that you're not supposed to take any wood into Canada?
Scotty: No, I didn't know that.
Border officer: Well, you're not supposed to. Don't bring any next time.
Scotty: Thanks, man. Have a good day.
Border officer: Cheers!
We drive away.
Scotty: The wood probably came from Canada anyway.
Me: What do you mean?
Scotty: That's where Alaska gets most of its firewood. (Good to know.)
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