The highlight of today was riding up into Canada. We rode about 60 miles to Eureka; they were nice miles, pretty easy riding, a good bit of nonsense riding on route 93 with semis going right past us (one came within about 10 inches of my face, which was a bit terrifying) but largely uneventful. I had pegged this day from the beginning as the best place for me to make my escape into Canada if I was ever going to; we came within about 7 or 8 miles of the border, and I had brought along my passport card just in case I got the chance. There was a really nice back road right through the country that went all the way up to the border. And when I say “all the way up” I really mean it; I rode within about 6-8 feet of the border, the only thing stopping me being a broken down barbed wire fence that looked like it was put up by the Canadian farmer that owned the land just north of it to keep his horses in. Such a contrast from the San Diego border. I took a picture of it that you can see below. Then we stayed overnight in a high school, and they had hilarious photos of their old classes up on the walls of the hallway we stayed in. A good day.