My most memorable border crossing was into Canada outside Detroit, both ways, in 1993. I was, oh about 7 months pregnant, and huge. Had the whole family in the car. The inane questions the border guards asked were unbelievable. Do you have any guns? What state are you from? Um, I just gave you my ID? I can't remember all the questions now, but it was clear we were no threat to anyone and the questions were pointless (except maybe to catch us in a lie or something). The worst part was waiting in the line of cars for 45 minutes both ways, when I was pregnant and had to PEE!

Karen