Well it turns out, everything. I don't think there was a single question they asked that I gave the right answer to.
Them: What do you do for a living?
Me: Nothing.
Them: Where are you going in Canada?
Me: Not sure. Heading to Alaska.
Them: Why are you going to Alaska?
Me: Because I heard it's nice.
Them: How long are you going to be there?
Me: As long as it takes to see it.
Them: Do you have any firearms?
Me: Yes.
Apparently, declaring a shotgun is code for "I have 78 illegal handguns in my truck, and I figure you guys are dumb, so I'll just tell you I have a shotgun and hope for the best." This resulted in an interrogation from three different mounties, each trying to trick me into revealing the secret location of all of my evil american guns and my nefarious plans for bringing down the Canadian government. I was asked the same questions 4 different ways, and was quizzed about my financial stability (presumably they get a lot of people intent on milking their socialist system).
In the end I prevailed. They searched the truck and presumably found my gear (polo sweaters, etc.) and food (marshmallows from Napa (thanks Becca)) and other non-terrorist, non-threatening stuff. I actually ended up making friends with the border guard who was the harshest, and she gave me advice on where to go, what to see, and even ended up printing out mapquest directions for me. All in all a good and interesting experience. They did take my firewood, due to beatle infestation worries. Which would have made the previous nights' fires much better and warmer had I known.
From there I went to Vancouver. I saw the "coffee shops" but declined participation. I had some good Chinese food in Chinatown, and bought some green tea which I've had instead of coke for the past several mornings. Hopefully a habit I can keep up.
I also saw this sweet turbo diesel 80:
Drove north to Williams Lake, a fairly economically depressed town. Was craving a chicken parm sub, ended up at Denny's. Missing NYC a bit.
My route
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