Border...line Intense

Day 34: Sunday May 12th, 2013... was an interesting day to say the least. It went a little bit something like this; James and I were rudely woken up by a truck full of cows being transported. I guess somebody thought it was funny to park his huge truck full of noisy cows RIGHT next to a camper van with people obviously sleeping inside. I suppose its good though, because it was like an alarm clock we couldn't turn off or hit the snooze button on, so we were forced to get up. At this point we were still in the US and were bound to hit the US/Canada border later that day. There was still some stuff we had to get rid of before we hit the border so we did and headed straight North. Before even reaching the border we were scarily close to having a head on collision with another vehicle. As you can imagine, a 1973 camper van isn't exactly up there with the top vehicles when it comes to accelerating rapidly or braking strongly. Seeing as we were stuck behind a vehicle that was slower than us (which was a very rare occurrence on this trip) we figured we would pass it - and by doing so we had to go into the oncoming traffic lane. James swung out and The Headbanger didn't exactly accelerate at the rate we had hoped for. James pushed the petal to the metal (literally as hard as he could) and we juuust managed to get back into our lane on time. If we weren't fully awake before that happening, we were now.
Soon after this we reached the border and of course, we were told to pull over so that they could check through the van and look for anything that we were potentially bringing into Canada which we weren't supposed to. In all honesty though, I think they were simply just jealous again and wanted to look inside The Headbanger. Before searching the van (not very thoroughly I imagine, potentially due to the stench in there that had accumulated over 5 weeks), they asked us whether we had any tobacco, fruits, or vegetables. Before I could say anything, James, cool as ever, simply said, "Nope". But this was not 100% true. In fact we still had an orange in the fridge, a bag or carrots next to the driver seat, an a cigar chilling on the cabinet. Now, either they did not care, they didn't see the items, they couldn't stand being inside The Headbanger due to the smell, or all of the above, but they soon returned and said, "Nice van man, what year is it?" (A phrase we must have heard a million times on this trip). We were now back in Canada again. Home sweet home.
Within about half an hour of being in Canada we saw a deer on the side of the road. I would like to make it clear that it was on the OPPOSITE side of the road, next to the oncoming traffic lane. James slowed the van down slightly so that we could take a closer, longer look at the beast. But one can only slow down so much on a highway. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere the deer decides it would be safer on the other side of the road, and thus hopped across the road. Not expecting this to happen, James once again, pushed the petal to the metal (this time the brake, not the accelerator), and had to swerve onto the oncoming traffic lane (which luckily had no traffic on it within our near surroundings). Sitting in the passenger seat, I could clearly see that we missed killing Bambi by less than a meter. If there had been oncoming traffic in the other lane, we would either have had a head on collision (which wouldn't go down too well in a camper van), or we would have banged a head with The Headbanger (and finally not one of ours). Luck seemed to be on our side today.
Within an hour of being in Canada we saw a liquor store and figured since we couldn't buy any in the US, we'll pick some up in Canada - regardless of how this sounds, we are not alcoholics. And no, before you start thinking ludicrous thoughts, we did not drink and drive. We know better than that... besides we wouldn't want to spill our drinks. (:
Within two hours of being in Canada we saw a moose on the side of the road. Being experienced road-kill avoiders, we knew exactly what to do and what to expect, so we were a lot more cautious when passing it.
We spent the night in Osoyoos, which I still cannot pronounce correctly.
Aaaah it's nice to be back!