Our goal: get into Canada. Their goal: stop us from getting into Canada. Oh, and find drugs and weapons and pictures of child pornography. So they asked us to pull into slot four and follow instructions. We were then asked to get out of the car with our IDs. They asked us questions like, "How long have you known this man you are riding with?" I responded with, "Alex? Uhh we went to highschool together."
And, "Have you ever done any narcotic?" "Nope." "It's okay, I know it's legal in Washington, I don't care what you do on your own time." "Nope."
And, "Why are you coming into Canada?" "We're doing a Tough Mudder at Whistler tomorrow!" "Uhh-hhu... So are you meeting anyone up there?" "Yes, everyone else who is doing the Tough Mudder."
Canada is great. Their boarder patrol is tough. (They didn't say "sorry" once. Disappointing.) And we made it back to Washington with a friendly, "Oh right, yep, the Tough Mudder, how was it?!"