I entered Canada. After about an hour of interrogation they were disappointed to have to let me pass. On the other side, Bacon was waiting for me at a gas station on a 85 shovelhead. He lead me to the farm were his parents had a feast waiting for us. Some of the best homecook'n I've ever had! We went out for some drinks in Cornwall. A pretty redheaded gal got me drunk on Whiskey and insisted I shave off my beard. Shit....... I thought beards were encouraged in Canada!
Since I don't have a laptop I will post the days as they happen only two weeks later.