My drivers, Molly and Josh, were headed to Glacier National Park en route to California, where they'd take a flight to New Zealand. (See their blog at jollymoshtravels.blogspot.com) We stopped at an outdoor store in Great Falls, MT, where I bought a new 5-degree-rated sleeping bag and they cleaned their stove. I later mailed my 32 degree-rated bag home.
In the morning, getting rides was tough, as I was so close to the border, so I had to walk nearly 10 miles to customs. When I arrived, I walked right up to the window where cars normally pass through. I declared my bear spray and knife, and the agent sent me into immigration for further inquiries. I knew what I planned on doing would probably be frowned upon, so I took some liberties with the truth, telling the officer that I wanted to "write a book about the Alberta prairie," adding that I have my first book coming out soon, and that I'd be "sleeping in motels along the way." It's possible that I may write a book and it's possible that I may sleep in the motel, so these weren't outright lies, but probably will, in the end, be quite far from the truth.
"Philosopher-tramp," I said, correcting him.
I've spent the morning preparing (printing out maps at a Staples, getting Canadian cash from an ATM, doing more last minute edits for a Duke Magazine story at the library, and trying to figure out my communications issues). Unfortunately, my cell phone doesn't work in Canada and my iPad is incapable of picking up a cell reception, so I'll only be able to do blog updates when I have a WiFi signal: maybe once or twice a week.
In the evening, I'll continue on. My destination is about 300 miles north of Edmonton, where I need to see something before my hike can finally begin.