My dad was really keen on visiting this "Canusa Ave." which he found in some travel guide, the only street where one side is American territory and the other is Canadian. We started driving down the street and then realized the border guards were looking at us funny, apparently we were supposed to register with them before turning onto it. Anyway, my dad drove the car back and talked with the American border guard who seemed slightly suspicious of the idea that anyone would come to Canusa Ave. as a tourist attraction, and who said we should also go talk to the Canadian border guard to tell him what we were doing. My dad promptly ignored this suggestion, and decided instead that we should just get a quick shot of us by the street sign and then get back in the car and drive away. If my sister and I have slightly strained smiles in this picture, it's probably because we were worried someone was about to come over and arrest us.