I'm back in the USA. I was dropped off outside of Vancouver BC on the 97 and humped it from the highway to the border crossing at Sumas. It was at least 3 klicks with no water and all my gear, I made it there feeling like I was about to fall dead and checked in with the Canadian customs. She handed me a tissue and sent me on my way with no hassle. I staggered over to the US customs and showed them my pass port. They asked a few questions and when I told them I had hitched down from AK in 5 days a customs agent standing behind the one questioning me shouts "Hey! That's pretty damn good!"
So the pressure is off. I'm not a Canadian fugitive.
The sun was setting as I walked down to a very well manicured looking park and made myself some chicken soup with a shit ton of garlic in it. Getting sick on the Road can be serious business. It can take months to really recover from. I'll have to find my way to the I-5 in the morning. Right now all I wanna do is slip into a catatonic state where nobody will mess with me.
So the pressure is off. I'm not a Canadian fugitive.
The sun was setting as I walked down to a very well manicured looking park and made myself some chicken soup with a shit ton of garlic in it. Getting sick on the Road can be serious business. It can take months to really recover from. I'll have to find my way to the I-5 in the morning. Right now all I wanna do is slip into a catatonic state where nobody will mess with me.