Frum Outdoorsman: Rare but Possible

The wanderings and adventures of an orthodox Jew

Canadian Border crossing seraches

Posted by Frum Hiker on January 28, 2007

Through my numerous road tripping adventures I have had to cross the Canadian border many times. Mostly uneventful regular questions, quickened heart beats, balls stuck in my thoat and a casual look in the trunk is all I get. But there have been several occasions on which I have had to undergo extensive waiting around while a team of dogs or team of latex glove wearing officers tore apart my car and put it back together again. Of Course on those few occasions I usually was on some sort of adventure and a team of border patrol agents looking through your two weeks of dirty underwear and dried apricots just added to the adventure.

My first horrific border crossing adventure took place in 2002 crossing into British Columbia from the State of Washington. I was on my first massive road trip with my buddy Yosef. We had a loaded up car with two heavy downhill bikes, and loads of backpacking gear in the back. A fully packed Volvo with New York plates always garners suspicion I guess. We slowly made our way across the international peace park that was one big garden with people walking their dogs and stretching their feet during the Sunday morning exodus into Canada. We were pumped up and sort of in a rush to ride the infamous North Shore of Vancouver, hundreds of miles of the greatest mountain biking in the world surrounded by huge old growth forest and a tons of obstacles built legally by the rather large bike riding population. We had been wandering around Utah and Idaho before coming up to the Northwest for shabbos in Seattle. It was a cloudy day as we pulled up to the border crossing booth. The regular run f the mill questions turned into not so regular as they gave me a sheet of paper, signaling that Iwas required to go inside for further questioning. This is relatively normal and just takes a few extra minutes. I had expected something of the sort being that we were far from home and two punk looking kids going to the marijuana capitol for a couple weeks.

They proceeded to ask how old we were and how we knew each other. I was 20 and my buddy was 16 which raised suspicious eyebrows from folks who don’t know the normality’s of the yeshiva school system. Thrown into a dorm with all ages you associate with all ages. His mother was told to fax over his birth certificate, fine now let us go, but of course it wasn’t good enough. They also told us that we needed more cash then we had on us in order to be in the country for two weeks. We hadn’t planned on spending any money except on gas and maybe lift tickets for Whistler Mountain. Nevertheless we were told to go back to America and get $500 cash, which we did after convincing some gas station owner to charge a credit card and take 3% for himself and give us the cash.

On this same trip a few weeks later it was time to return to America. We were coming through the border crossing in western Montana above Kalispell and once again we were pulled off and this time a full on search took place. Assuming that no one in their right mind would spend a few weeks in British Columbia without trying to bring some weed back over the border they proceeded to take everything out of the car and thoroughly go through my maps, film canisters and every other small space that is good for drugs transport. They were very friendly and it was nice being in that garage out on the high plains, 2000 miles way from home hanging out with a couple border agents who had a 75 mile commute to work at a border crossing station that was only open 9-5 or something like that, as opposed to the larger 24 hour establishments. The border agents put all the stuff back and wished us nice trip through wonderful Montana.

While living in Rochester I used to drive guys from the yeshiva to Toronto pretty frequently. I had a few rules, $75 cash up front first of all, no drugs or paraphernalia, no smoking or drinking inside my car and no buying alcohol at the border. Of course not everyone listened and one time they paid the price. On one such trip we were crossing into Canada via the Lewiston border and they pulled us in for paperwork check after all what were four 15-17 year old boys doing with some 21 year old guy? So they searched everyone and came up with a bottle of alcohol that one of the boys had bought at the duty free, no they didn’t card he said to the border guard, and no we weren’t going back to get our money back I said. So the kid had two choices, go back and return it or dump it out. I chose for him and dumped out his $20 worth of booze onto the pavement.

While driving from Rochester to Detroit once, I had realized I had forgotten my Passport a bit too late. It was late at night and of course being the bored agents they of course decided to give me that fateful colored slip of paper to the station house where they decide to search or question you. I had my license but no passport. So they proceeded to give me a little New York State geography exam which fortunately due to my knowledge of useless information passed with flying colors.  

My latest escapade to Alaska yielded many interesting border crossing adventures. Due partly to the fact that we had two guns for bear protection to claim each time we went in and out of Canada and due partly to the fact that we went in out of Canada a few times due to travel between the Yukon-Alaska and British Columbia. The many border crossing along with the fact we were three kids driving in a car 5000 miles from home on the northern edge of the continent allowed the border agents to be entertained by our stories as we watched them read Shira’s diary and look through our eclectic food supplies all the while telling us how their hunting a fishing season was going so far.   

The first border crossing we had to make on this trip was from Montana into Alberta on our way to Edmonton. This being the first time we would cross we knew would be the longest as well, mostly due to the strict Canadian gun control policies and the fact we had a .30 caliber rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun to quell our fears of 1500 pound brown bears pouncing on us while we davened shachris beside our cooking oatmeal. So the carefull person I am I checked and re-checked a bunch of times the exact protocol for crossing into Canada with guns, which on the east coast is a big deal, while in west Canadians are much more right wing and therefore more used to a tolerant of gun carrying citizens.

We pulled up to the border of Alberta and Montana, and I was immediately brought back to a few years back when I was searched at a smaller border crossing a few miles west of here. They of course made us pull around and told us what paperwork we needed for exportation of guns out of the US and then importation into Canada, luckily the forms were one time fees and good for a few months. Of course now that they had us in the station building they figured they would search these three scruffy gun carrying kids who were off on a grand adventure to Alaska 3500 miles away from this location. My Subaru outback with a full size wheel lashed onto its roof rack, a bike also up there and the most stuff you have ever seen packed into the back of the car was pulled into a large garage with a large viewing area for us to cringe as they tore apart the car and went through our most private of possessions. One guard found Shira’s diary and proceeded to read a whole bunch of her innermost thoughts, lucky bastard. Then my maps and atlases and books and one of our duffle bags were searched. It wasn’t a full fledged search and since we weren’t of the brown skin variety it apparently didn’t need to be. I have noticed many a time a brown dude with his car seat cushions on the floor next to his car, dogs sniffing under the wheel wells and mirrors shoved underneath the chassis to check for whatever a brown skinned fellow might want to smuggle into Canada. The border agent dd casually ask us if we smoked herb while talking to us about his large gun collection, we didn’t fall for his trick. We laughed about the addition of this adventure on the soon to be craziest drive any of us would ever do and relished in the thought that maybe they would find something objectionable and interrogate us and we would get to spend a night in jail. No such luck, a few minutes after our search parted and a few bewildered questions of “why aren’t we hunting?” because we had guns, but we hadn’t planned on hunting, we could tell many of the agents were jealous of the fact we would be in the Northern regions without using the opportunity to hunt some of the large game up there.

On this long trip we crossed into and out of Canada up to 8 times since certain parts of coastal Alaska are only accessible through Canada. On no other occasion were we actually searched, the border stations are usually on the road far away from civilization and they have nothing better to do, but for some reason, I ventured because by having our paper sheeted temporary gun permits we were deemed as responsible citizens.

On one occasion we did receive a lengthy questioning from a border crossing agent who just didn’t seem to want to let us back into Canada. We were coming from Haines, Alaska a coastal town that had one road in and the same road out, probably one of the nicer roads in Alaska that lead you from thousands of feet above sea level surrounded b y towering peaks, down to sea level with those same mountains twice as high. Anyway apparently the border agents in Canada don’t like the fact that the road to Haines runs through their province and Americans use their road system to get in and out. Some ridiculous rivalry situation that probably has to do with the fact the closest city is 1000 miles away. So she badgered us with useless questions ranging from why were we in Haines, to why we were coming back so soon, the weather was crappy and we wanted to be in the Yukon that’s why, eventually she scoffed at us and let us go.

Its funny because none of my border crossings was hairy accept for that one time in British Columbia in which we had driven 3000 miles only to be told that we needed more cash and they thought I had kidnapped my passenger. Its scary thinking that the whole trip can be messed up by a  moody border agent. Its all luck in my mind, border patrol agents range from nice sweet ladies who wish you luck in your endeavors to mean nasty old men who are suspicious o anyone under the age of 40 as a drug smuggler.     


7 Responses to “Canadian Border crossing seraches”

  1. truelife said

    bringing up not such good memories.. as being probably the first one to ever skate across the Canadian Border from North Dakota.. they gave me quite a bit of trouble.. add to it the fact that I was carrying around a sleeping bag and tent.. and probably some kind of hippyish looking hair from washing up in springs.. (w/ no shampoo or conditioner..)

    I made it all the way out to there and I was afraid that my dream of getting to Alaska would not happen… but B”H after a few hours.. lots of questioning.. cross referencing.. by calling up references in middle of the night!! I finally made it to the other side of the border… I was quite frustrated and it could’ve ruined my trip.. but I had lots and lots of skating miles to get the frustration out of my system.. all the way to Winnipeg.. and from there.. on to the highway towards Edmonton.. After a few hours of good skating.. It started pouring.. and the only thing that was on my mind was finding some shelter… There was nowhere to set up camp and I was just too tired.. I slept under the highway overpass..

  2. truelife said

    hey.. sorry.. I think I might have already told you that story..I guess it made such a strong impression on me. Crossing the Canadian borders a backpacker..skater was not a pleasant experience for me.. and brings back the chills.. “they are going to make me go all the way back to NY..” It was extremely humiliating.. and uncomfortable..

    I have skated across many countries.. borders.. all across Europe, the Middle East.. into Northern Africa..and thank G-d it has always been really fun and did not not have any trouble at all.. on the contrary.. I was so sort of celebrity.. getting VIP service.. taking care of visas..border police asking for my autographs..

    May it continue to be more and more fun!! and always pleasant and exciting.. Sweet surprises! amen!

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  4. jena72 said

    i wished i have read all your comments about canadian border issues before actually going through the border..and it made me feel i am not the only one violated..harassed and horrified to be treated like criminals.well..i guess you will be treated that way..unless proven otherwise..right?
    I just crossed the border last night..and it was a nightmare i want to forget..receipts being scrutinized were okey..but not personal notes!!!
    The issue was goods not declared and yet..personal notes?..
    I told the officer that i just travelled by plane from Philadelphia and surrounding areas…and he made an insinuating remarks saying , “wonder if you declare goods/gifts purchased from the US”…
    Yes, the first experience in crossing the Alberta/Montana border left a bitter taste on my mouth…and at this point, i don’t think i will entertain the thoughts of crossing by land again…i crossed the border several by plane and i all went fine..smooth..but not this one..
    Guess i have to distract myself not to dwell too much in this recent experience..and i am glad i had read all your comments..wish i had read it sooner..
    Now can anybody give me an insight about making an appeal on a decison made by the border officer? There were factors that i considered that lead me not to be able to declare some little goods purchased outside canada..(who would think about an ice cream scooper,2 hangers as a major purchase?..where in you declare and happily declare you bought a 40 inch plasma tv at a discounted price in the states..and will gladly pay the corresponding tax?- which we did right off the bat!)
    responses appreciated..but it’s good to vent out.

  5. Phil said

    I was once crossing the border as I often do, I had a decent amount of stuff to pass through customs. While I was waiting in the office for someone to take care of us, these teens show up for inspection. I couldn’t believe these kids showed up to the crossing wearing Bob Marley / blunt shirts, that’s really asking for it. The guys took apart their car with dogs sniffing everything, even removed some parts of the engine, by the time we were leaving I think they were off to the strip search area.
    For all you crossborders travellers, use common sense. Act like a moron, and I guarantee you won’t be laughing too hard at the end of the day.

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