Today we crossed the border from Vermont to Canada—it was pretty easy. There was no hassle and no waiting. After we crossed the border we rode for two hours passing by beautiful but smelly farmlands. We finally arrived at a campground with nice bathrooms and a gigantic slide and pool. We also had poutine, which is some french fries with a whole lotta cheese curds and gravy. Everybody speaks French here and it's a little unsettling as we aren't too far from the border. Good thing our friend Soeren speaks French and translated for us. We ended the night with some table tennis and marshmallows over the fire.
