border crossing

We drove over the border and back today, our first time "on US soil" - as the wingnuts love to say - since our landing.

It was uneventful, on the outside - the fewest number of questions we've ever been asked, in both directions. But it felt momentous to me. We zipped over to the Buffalo airport and dealt with the rental car exchange. Then we drove home. To Canada.

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