Montana refuses to let go

Still behind the broadcast, happenings from 7/18/17

I'm still behind schedule with the updates. Yesterday we got up early and had Roo to the doctor by 0900. The diagnosis: exhaust manifold gaskets were installed incorrectly. The team over at Glacier Motors in Cut Bank were nice enough to squeeze us in. They pulled a tech from his project for the day and they started wrenching on us by 1100. Another ambitious day of moving the animals all at once so the shop could work. 
This isn't the first time we've looked like a couple who escaped the mental hospital. There we are... loading three cats and a dog into a jeep in the parking lot of a truck repair center. People watching us, judging us, pointing fingers. Guess what? Don't care. Not even a little bit. We nestled our family in the only park in Cut Bank. Under the overpass next to a creek. No WIFI, not even a cell phone signal.

It's like we can't leave. We've been stuck between North Dakota and Montana for almost two weeks now. We should have already been in Alaska. How hard can it be? Alaska.... you tease. We will come see you. You shall be ours.
We pick Roo up late in the day and look at the clock. It's already 1600 and it's been a long day. Screw it, let's go to the border. In prepartion  for our crossing into Canada we've read up on what to do. Three animals need international health certificates, no firearms, no dairy products, proof of registration and insurance, and the list goes on. We reach the border and get asked a few simple questions by border patrol, "Enjoy your time in Canada" is the the reply we get from the young man. Sweet and simple. We hammer down and put the kilometers behind us as we blaze north for the night. At 2100 I could take no more. Flying J will be home for the night in Nanton Alberta. Diesel engines all around us hum through the hours and lull us to sleep.