On July 19, we reluctantly said goodbye to the quaint French-Canadian towns along the Richelieu and crossed the imaginary line back into the United States.
Just like that, we had entered a new stage of our trip: Lake Champlain.
Anything to Declare?
Back in June, our entrance into Canada had been casual: I made a phone call from the dock, and voila! we had cleared customs.
Our cruising guides said the same would be true as we returned to the States. So we set a course for the first marina past the border.
You can't run from the law in a SlowBoat. Now if only that bridge were lower . . . |
Those cruising guides were out of date. We did indeed need to stop at the tiny U.S. Customs trailer on the hill.
We admitted to bringing in a couple cans of beer. The customs agent didn't even ASK about pepper spray!
We could be an excellent stealth Homeland Security vessel. Bad guys wouldn't suspect a thing! |
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