On the Road Again, actually, in the Air Again

Left the sunny south for the far north to visit Sally, Abby and Sam for a week. Gary, Dave and Ben were on the same flight to Toronto and since they didn't check in together they were scattered throughout the plane. Ben lucked out and got to sit with me. Ben is on the right, taken at the last "happy hour" which was less than happy.


My connections between planes (Freeport to Toronto to Calgary to Saskatoon) were tight and I was slightly detained at immigration because I wrote $0 on my declaration but also admitted I had a baggie of trail mix on me (horrors). "Where did you buy it? What's it worth? Why didn't you write in a dollar amount? Don't you see it says right here (and he points out the spot with his pen) that you have to declare EVERYTHING? Even if you bought it in Canada, took it with you, and brought it back you have to declare it. Even if you took a firearm with you and brought it back you'd have to declare it." Now how he made the jump from trail mix to weapons I don't know.

Now in Saskatoon spending quality time with my adorable granddaughter and family; dancing the night away on my birthday at Diva's.