Milwaukee to Banff

We finally set off from Milwaukee on Saturday morning, June 12.  We stopped in St. Paul, Minnesota to have lunch with my mother, Alyce.  Then we rocked on towards Fargo, ND to pay homage to the town that our bikes are named after.  We camped at some lame KOA, got up and had a solid breakfast at Perkins in Fargo.  Here's the parting shot of Peter with the bikes loaded up on the Prius:

This picture below represents the Canadian border patrol at Portage, ND.  We were held up there for at least 45 minutes while they questioned us, interviewed Peter, and then finally searched the car.  The question: Are you carrying any firearms, weapons, pepper spray or bear spray? was answered in the affirmative by us because, of course, we were carrying pepper spray.  Then they asked what we were doing and where we were staying.  They didn't so much like the fact that Peter was dropping us off and we were biking back, nor did they like that we didn't have a hotel reservation in Canmore.  So, they brought us in, questioned us and then searched the car...and found nothing but the bear spray...

Sunday night 6/13, we camped at Cypress Hill Provincial Park in Saskatchewan, just outside of Maple Creek, a tiny town that reminded us of the shoot out scene in No Country for Old Men.  That's me in our tent--nothing better than a clear night sleeping with the rain fly off.

Peter had talked up poutine nearly the whole way from Milwaukee to the Canadian border.  Stopped for breakfast at a cafe in Maple Creek and there, on the menu, was poutine.  That's all Peter had for breakfast.

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