Their border control was a little more lax.  There was a sign at the dock, “Anyone coming from another country please check in at the customs/border crossing office.”  That office was about ¾ of a mile walk from the dock.

I got a fantastic recommendation for a local bakery. No, not the pie, try the turnover.  Oh, wow.  It was a flakey, buttery crust filled with perfect wild blueberries.  Right on.

Gray seals were playing along side the docks.

A nearby bayside hike led to eagles, more fish farms and rocky cliffs where the pine trees look like they are dripping down over the edge.  This is beautiful country.

I hope that today’s simple border crossing wasn’t an omen. We crossed just for the day in the Miata onto Campobello Island, New Brunswick.  Smooth sailing going into Canada.   But returning, not so smooth.

“My computer selected you for further verification.  “They have your documents”. “Park over there and step inside.”   We answered a few questions, filled out the standard form we see on airlines, and politely sat as instructed as he went out and looked in the car.  Ultimately there was no issue but it sets one wandering how it will all go with the entire rig!

Waterton Lakes NP is a prairie-meets-mountain park. We drove through rolling grasslands for miles from Calgary then they just butt right up against the mountain slopes. It is marvelous terrain. The Railroad (the US Great Northern Railroad no less) built one of their opulent hotels here, the Prince of Wales. It looks like a huge Alpine Villa perched high above the valley. They serve high tea overlooking the lake. A little too snobby for me but a great bit of architecture. I prefer the philosophy applied in the US of making the Inns blend or reflect the environment.