Originally posted by lesmore49 Sorry to hear that. My wife and I travel across the border every so often...usually Northern Minnesota, the Dakotas...and we were in Montana and Wyoming about three years ago. The people we interact with were/are nice, friendly, easy to talk to.
When I was a young kid in the '50's and early '60's my family camped in Minnesota and when I figure out the total time I spent there, during that time, was probably about 16-18 months. We'd spend the entire summers . I have warm memories of my time spent in the states and with Americans.
Yeah. I had relatives in northwest Montana, near a small town called Libby. We generally went to visit them for a couple of weeks every summer. I think the only times we missed were when we went to visit family in Seaforth Ontario, and one summer when my dad hurt his back loading the car, and the trip was called off. This would have been in the early 1960s to when I stopped traveling with them in the mid 1970s.
The last time I was in the States was a few years ago, and I sensed a seething anger just waiting to boil over from a lot of the people I ran into.
One of the last times my wife and I traveled there on vacation, I was mistaken for a deer by a hunter who was, fortunately, a lousy shot. He put a bullet past my head close enough that I felt it go by and pinged it off a rock about 10 feet from me.
I really don't need that kind of stuff in my life. I want to die at the hands of a jealous husband, not somebody who can't tell the difference between a deer and a person.
Too many angry people, and too many lunatics with firearms for my taste.