Happy Birthday Karen!!!!!
After another uneventful night in Calgary, we went back to Cummins at dawn, and demanded an explanation as to the exorbitant costs, which we felt were totally unjustified, and of course we got fobbed off with a bunch of BS.
However, this matter is not yet over, coz later in the day we had starting problems, so we called Cummins Calgary, and told them we would be going to a proper Cummins dealer, in the US, and any charges for fixing our problem would be back charged to them.
So, off down the road and out of Calgary and Canada as quickly as possible. The southern part of Alberta is flat, open and surprisingly pretty. It is all prairie land, rolling wheat fields, and this time of year the harvest is in full swing, with combines creating clouds of yellow dust all over the place.
We went through the town of Lethbridge, which has a humungous iron bridge over a gorge or river or something, and then we went past the best named town so far:
Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump.
Back in the olden days, Indians used to stampede buffalo over a 1000 ft cliff, thus killing them quickly, and saving money on arrows.
But, this town was not named for that. Apparently some “brave” (get it?) Indian decided to stand at the bottom of the cliff and watch the entertainment. He got hit by a passing buffalo, and was enshrined in glory for ever more as the head that got smashed in.
We got to the border, and were asked the usual questions and then they wanted to know if we had any meat on board, so we said yes, just normal grocery items.
We were made to pull over, and were taken into the customs office, and told to fill out a customs declaration form. Meanwhile, two customs officers inspected our fridge and confiscated the steak, kidney, liver and limes we had.
“National Security”
“If we let you take Canadian steak into the country, the terrorists have won!!!”
Such crap. Anyway, it was only about $20.00 worth of stuff, so we smiled and said have a nice day.
So, we wandered on and are spending the night on Wal Mart parking lot, in Havre, Montana, about 120 miles east of Shelby.
We did see some wildlife today.
Two jackrabbits, a bunch of quail, and lots of sheeps.
