We had our first interaction with Border Patrol today, which was an interesting distraction from the fact that the ice hasn’t budged.
While we were having a leisurely midmorning coffee in our camp chairs in the sun, a pair of border patrol officers rolled in on snowmobiles from the Canadian side of the slash. Turns out the person who buzzed us yesterday had given a call to local (Canadian) PD to report what appeared to be a tent, in a snowbank, with a canoe hitched to a tree next to it. (Since we are, in fact, in a tent in a snowbank with a canoe in three feet of snow on a remote border location, the story checks out.) They were very friendly, if a little befuddled by our presence, and said since we were American we were fine as long as we remained on the US side of the slash and didn’t re-enter Canada illegally. We showed them all our gear, assured them that we weren’t completely out of our minds, and after taking down our info they wished us good luck and left us to our own devices.
Shortly after that the clouds rolled back in and threatened rain, so we climbed back in the tent to work on the scotch.