The border crossing into Canada was easy. The recognition of how monumental the task is that lay ahead of me: words fail me. It may be that it is now 1:30am, and I am full of beer, but the game has been layed, and it’s time to start playin. The contest has been won, and now it is commencement of an epic trip.

I left Eureka, MT this morning around eleven after waking up in a parking lot for a xc skiing trail. It was snowing, and after brushing my teeth, I hit the road towards the border. Eight miles later, I found myself being waved through by a border patrol agent who must have been sympathetic to skiing; I owe him a hi-five!

I met Chris Andrews, the man responsible for the whole Powder Highway contest, and he treated me to a lunch at Tim Horton’s. Apparently, TH is the staple of many Canadian diets, and I can see the appeal after wolfing down a turkey bacon club wrap with a chicken noodle soup. Mmmmm mmm, good.

We picked up the Dodge Nitro (Courtesy of Budget Rentals) from the place it got wrapped, and wow are there a ton of stoked partners for this trip! After a quick cheeseball photo shoot, Chris gave me his blessing and sent me on my way.

I killed some time at the Real Canadian Superstore until Justin flew in aroiund 8pm. His board bag didn’t make it, so we are now settling in for the night at the Prestige Inn at Cranbrook. A long hot tub sesh and some beers at Shenanigans (gambling is encouraged at Cranbrook bars) downtown gave Justin & I a lot of time to brainstorm more of our plan for this winter. Keep checking back for updates!