the worst border crossing ever....

Oh my GGGGOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!!!  Friends, yours truly 

nearly lost it today.  The Bean woke up at 8:15 (he does make the idea of when do we get up and get on the road easy by being a built in alarm clock) and we were out of the hotel room that we had wrecked by 9am.  Out of Toronto in a flash  and then on the QEW and there were these random slow 

downs.  Every few miles all the cars would come to an almost complete stop across 6 lanes of traffic and then suddenly start moving again without any reason that I could see.  Which was frustrating, but doable until we saw the traffic sign that said that the border crossings at Lewiston and Fort Erie had one

 to two hour delays on them.  So, we’re trying to figure out if we still go to one of them or Niagara and the sign that says that there are no delays at Niagara cinches our decision and we should have just driven off the falls right then and there because it would have been a better use of our time.  We 

spent 3 hours sitting in dead stop traffic that moved slower than Oscar can walk trying to even find the border crossing at Niagara.  Fighting with people roaring up in the next lane and expecting to get over, having men get out of their cars and pee on the median because it’s been a while and will be a 

 while until the next bathroom.  I nearly lost my mind.  Simply because I couldn’t see the finish line.  We would inch up and there would be a curve, we would inch up and there would be a dip or hill in the road, there was no evidence that there was any “bridge to USA” that all the signs kept pointing us 

 toward.  It was the most awful traffic experience that John and I have ever had in either of our lives.  Oscar didn’t seem to care, but mommy was pounding the dashboard, yelling, cleaning the dash with spic and span wipes that didn’t get the dust off my dash, but simply turned it into a gray sludge that then 

glistened in the sunlight.  No explanation for any of this and I wanted some kind of apology from the border patrol, but John was coaching me on not adding extraneous information to the questions that we were about to get.  I hope to hell that they caught some terrorists or at least seized some cases of Canadian wine or something for all that trouble.  So, while we were supposed to get to the Scranton area in a timely manner, we barely made it for dinner.  But I have to lower my blood pressure again before I can continue because that border delay is still burning.  I told John that we would be taking the Ohio Turnpike home come hell or high water and I know that we wanted to go back to his favorite winery in Canada on our way back through….