CDR Day 4 continued

The border station where we were at is not manned by anyone. Vacant. The only way you can tell it is the US/Canadian border are the signs and a gate. All of the buildings that at one time were used to inspect incoming traffic now stand deserted.

It was karma or a stroke of luck that as were standing at the border gate, a Canadian gentleman and his wife drove up to the gate from the Canadian side. They were doing the same as us but in Canada. This is a handshake across the border.

That night we camped along the Flathead river on an island between the US and Canada. We were no more than 20 yards from Canada. The border was marked by an overhead cable.

This campsite was the most remote so far. Probably no one around for 30 miles or more.