Back from Canada, sort of.
This trip was all about taking my "20 something" nephews sturgeon fishing in British Columbia. A trip they dreamt about for months. And doing it all on turf strips.
The Nephews
The trip was fine until we met Canadian customs. When we landed a U.S. Customs officer directed me to parking. He then told us to walk across the border to Canadian customs, which we did. After taking our passports one of the custom's officers sent myself and the older nephew outside while he questioned the younger.
Two hours later he decided not to allow the younger into Canada because he'd had a DUI eight years earlier while in high school. But before telling us that, smiling, friendly and pleasant, he asked me to bring the plane to the Canada side, just an entry formality he said. I happily obliged, the older nephew and I went back to the plane and pushed it across the border. Of course it was just a ruse so he could search my plane.
Myself and the older were cleared into Canada, but not the younger. Obviously I couldn't leave him behind so we headed back to U.S. Customs to clear back into the states.
Now normally I'm fine with whatever laws a country has, after all it's their country not mine. But we were told by the Canadian customs officer that for $250, and about a week and a half for paperwork to clear, the younger would be allowed in. Apparently a little money overrides the younger's past criminal behavior, instantly making him a better citizen.
We turned around and fished in Idaho instead.