A Canadian Flag
After what felt like a quick whirlwind trip through the United States (Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, Pennsylvania & New York in less than 4 days) Andy spotted our first Canadian flag just as we approached the Niagara boarder. Millie questioned the authenticity of his sighting, but he defended perfectly: “YES, it was white with a red leaf in the middle and two red strips on the sides”. Since we crossed the boarder after dark, we had to wait until morning before getting to count many more.
Our boarder crossing was thankfully easy and we were greeted with a balmy Canadian evening of 5 deg C with a chilling wind off the lakes that had to make it feel like -5 deg. Our bodies had very much acclimatized to 33 deg, and it felt we had crossed into a freezer. Somehow it couldn’t have been more fitting for the end of our adventure.
Given that we crossed in Niagara Falls – the Las Vegas of Canada – I wasn’t expecting to notice anything distinctly Canada about our reappearance. However, it was there, right on our first night and it wasn’t just the cold. When on the road, we try to refill our water bottles instead of always buying water. However, it is interesting to find that many places in the USA have just awful tasting water and unfortunately the rest seem just barely drinkable. So, our first night back in Canada, in small roadside motel…I am most thankful for a glass of cold-from-the-tap delicious-tasting clear water. As our hometown actually has excellent water, I’m sure that under normal circumstances I would have been much less impressed, but given what we had of late – it was a treat.