Mine was at Poker Creek in '05... taking both boys to Dawson for the weekend to show them around, and to pick up my broke sled from the Trek over the Top earlier in the spring. When we got to the border crossing, even though I had all the necessary paperwork, they held us until they called my wife here in town to verify that I had permission to take them out of the country. Sad state of affairs that we live in a society that needs that kind of screening... Oh for the good ol days when all you had to worry about was an Indian uprising... or the black plague... or leprosy!
Yesterday, I checked into a motel room and said to the receptionist, "I hope the porn channel in my room is disabled."
"No," she said, "it's regular porn, you sick bastard."
Boy are they Movin'!
Thru the dust rocks & mud...