I chopped wood for the first time in my life! Mr. Nick made it look so easy and FUN!

I had s'mores for the first time in my life, too. They were kind of gross. Maybe I will try recreating them in the oven.

The customs agent that we spoke with on our way down was a bit of a dink. Mr. Nick and I had to cross the Canada-US border to get to our campsite. He tried to be intimidating, but how can you take someone seriously when he asks Mr. Nick if he and I are related. Sure, I can understand if he asked us we were married...but related?  I wanted to say, "yes, he's my brother." (I'm Asian and Mr. Nick is Caucasian.) Then he asked us about our professions and what were going to do in the States.

We told him we were going camping, and the agent seemed a little bewildered. From his last name, I deduced he was Chinese, and most Chinese people do not camp. No wonder he was a little confused. "Why do you have so much stuff?" "That looks like a lot of stuff." And he poked our bags a little. He also asked why we were only going for 2 days. And why we had so much stuff for 2 days. Again.

What I like least about going through US customs is that we get spoken to as if we never want to leave the States. That is the POV they always take. When I used to visit my ex in the States, I got a hard time most of the time, especially if I didn't have a lot of personal items with me. Usually I brought a small backpack with a few toiletries. They just figured I'd never want to come home. Please, get over yourselves.

On our way back, our Canada agent asked us how long we've been away and where we went. That was it.