On our way.
The drive there was not the best. Tyler was an awesome driver but the fog was making it hard. We literally could not see in front of us and only part of the time we could actually make out the lines on the road. Luckily it was late enough that there wasn't too many other people driving. The last thirty miles where straight out of a scary movie. Woods. Pitch black behind us and only a little light from the headlights in front of us. Wet and icy. I myself was freaking out, not because I thought someone was going to murder us or anything, but I have a problem when it comes to driving in snow and near ledges. Ask Josh, he will say I am the worst person to drive with, I freak out and feel like I'm having mini panic attacks. Tyler made sure to drive slow and not rush getting there, which I greatly appreciate.
A few miles into this wooden area we notice, not only is it pitch black, but there is nothing around. No gas stations, no stores, nothing. Every so often we would pass one single house a little bit off the roads, but other than that, if we broke down, we were pretty much screwed. This road seemed to be never ending. Each time we thought it was close, another ten miles would pass.
Eventually we saw light. It was a great relief to everyone, at least for that moment. We soon saw a sign saying "Border Hours 8am-Midnight". It was 12:30. Twelve... thirty.... A half hour. We missed it. We all laughed not knowing what else to do. We ended up pulling over and getting out. A Border Patrol Truck came by (out of no where I might add) and asked what we were doing. I don't believe he understood the meaning of "random road trip". He said sorry and said that this was the only border that closes, however, we could drive 70 miles west or 130 east to the other crossings.
At the Border.
The worse part about this, was the fact we had to drive back in that horrendous wooded area. We got back in the car and headed towards home. But who was to blame? Well we figured it was Kenney, he should have had us leave earlier. No, it was definitely me, I made them stop twice so I could use the bathroom. Or, maybe Tyler, he took forever to get his papers from his mom's house and drove like a "grandma" during the last bit. Josh had to be the best reason for fault though. Right after we left Tyler had asked him "This may seem like a stupid question, but the borders don't close right?" To which Josh replied, "Ya, that is a stupid question. They can't just close a country. They are not going to be like 'Oh it's this time we can't let you cross this line'." Yup, that just happened.
Really though, I'm sure we were all to blame. But that doesn't matter, we had fun. It was an awesome time with great friends. We made it back around 3 in the morning. Safe. The best part was the next day, being able to say, "Ya, we drove to Canada last night."