So many socks he couldn't get his boots off. . .

Watch for the Charging Moose Crossing the Road

He Got Me!!!

Moose Factory

We drove up to Cochrane, Ontario, Canada and took the train, called the Polar Bear Express, 200 miles further north to Moose Factory. That's the actual name of the town, which is on James Bay. Now, James Bay -- when it's not frozen -- empties into the Arctic Ocean. The key word here is Arctic. There was snow and snow and more snow. And they keep saying they're having a mild winter!

We rode in a taxi across the "ice bridge" which is pretty much all of James Bay. The car just drives right across the ice. I don't know who gets to test the "bridge" each year to make sure the ice will hold a car. But it must be pretty hard because we made it.

Wasn't Cold at All

Ice Fishermen

Gary Trying to be Cute

Gary can be very cute and flirtatious when he wants to -- and most of the time it works. But it didn't at the Canadian border. You're not supposed to pull up to the customs person until the car ahead of you is "released." The sign very clearly tells you this is what you're supposed to do. But Gary didn't notice the sign and pulled right up behind the car in front of us. The customs officer, a very blonde, very beautiful young woman stuck her head out of the booth and yelled for us to back up, which we did. When we finally got up to the booth, Gary smiled sweetly and said, "I'm sorry; I really wasn't trying to storm your border."

You would think she would say something like, "that's okay."

No. With a scowl that would freeze Phenix City in August, the very blonde and very beautiful guard said, "You need to be careful." Then she carefully questioned us about where we were from and how long we were planning to be in Canada. When she finally let us go, she said, "Now be careful and PAY ATTENTION!"