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Silver Glow's Journal - Admiral Biscuit



Silver Glow takes an opportunity to spend a year at an Earth college, where she'll learn about Earth culture and make new friends.

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August 5 [Driving to Canada]

August 5

I got up a little bit early, and made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast because that was a good way to start the day. And then I sat out on the balcony and let it cool a little bit and by the time I started eating, the bold birds were back at the birdfeeder, having their breakfast.

When I'd finished, I went back inside—which made the birds fly away again—and washed my bowl and then checked over my saddlebags to make sure that I'd packed everything that I would want to have with me. I decided to also take my Bible because I was way behind and maybe I would have a chance to read some more. I probably wouldn't; it's rude to read when you're with your friends unless they have something to read, too. But I'd be sorry if I had idle time and no Bible.

I didn't have to wait too long before Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn came to get me, and since I was watching out the front windows, I knew that they were here before they even had a chance to knock on my door. I grabbed my saddlebags in my mouth and flew off the balcony and around to the side, and Miss Cherilyn was just walking up to my door while Mister Salvatore was turning Sienna around.

Before we left, they wanted to make sure that I had my identification cards, and Mister Salvatore made me go through my saddlebags and show him. He said that I couldn't get into Canada without them and he wanted to make sure that we didn't get turned back at the bridge for a dumb reason.

He put on sunglasses and Miss Cherilyn asked if I wanted to sit in the front seat but I didn't mind it in the back.

When we were driving, I told them about the time I'd flown over the 94 Highway to Battle Creek and all the things I'd seen from the air. You could see some of them from the ground, too, like the big Target for semi-trucks, but a lot of things were blocked by trees. I know that we went past the dirt mine that had the bad-smelling pretty lake, but I didn't see it.

Mister Salvatore wanted to stop at Firekeepers, which he said was a casino, and Miss Cherilyn said that he couldn't with me in the van, and so I said that I wanted to go, too. She told him that he was corrupting me, but I don't see why going to a casino is corrupting. And we didn't stop anyways because if we did we'd be late to pick up Aquamarine.

Just after Battle Creek, we went around a looping ramp and got on the 69 Highway, and we followed that northeast towards Lansing. There was a town called Anger which we passed and I didn't think I'd want to go there.

We got off the highway on a road called Lansing Road, and Miss Cherilyn asked Mister Salvatore what he was doing, and he told her that it was a shortcut. She said that she didn't trust his shortcuts and if was really that great why wasn't anybody else doing it, and he said it was because they were all sheep blindly following their GPS when anybody who could read a map would see this was half the distance.

I don't know if it was any shorter, but we got on the 96 Highway and took that to the 127 Highway and then took Trowbridge Road and drove past the train station and then followed a road called Mt. Hope to get to Aquamarine's apartment.

Miss Cherilyn went in to get her, and a few minutes later, Miss Cherilyn came back with Aquamarine, and she hopped into the back of the van with me and we nuzzled each other and said how much we were looking forward to Stratford.

Well, we couldn't go until Aquamarine showed Mister Salvatore that she had her identification cards, too, and when she did, he drove us back to the 127 Highway and instead of going back south to the 96 Highway, we went north and turned back on the 69 Highway.

Both of us knew the first part of the trip—that was how we'd gotten to the Tall Ships Festival—so we talked 'cause there wasn't anything new for us to see until we didn't go on the 75 Highway.

Right after the exit we didn't take, the road got really bad, and we went past neighborhoods of run-down houses and dead trees and I asked where we were. Miss Cherilyn said that this was Flint, and it had once been known for making Buick cars, but now it was notorious for having poison water.

Well, that didn't sound like anyplace I wanted to visit.

After we left Flint, it turned into farmland on both sides of the highway, and it stayed that way until we got to Port Huron. We joined up with the 94 Highway, and then there were a bunch of signs warning us that the next exit was the last exit before Canada and then more warnings that traffic was going to stop.

And it did; there was a long line of cars and trucks waiting to go through the little booths that were set up across the highway. They were like the tollbooths, but slower, and there wasn't an EZ-Pass lane.

A man in the booth asked a couple of questions and then Mister Salvatore paid the toll and we went on the bridge.

When we were on the other side, there was another set of booths that was wider, and the line was longer, and we had to go into a special lane and park near a building called Canadian Border Services Agency.

Before we got out, Mister Salvatore gave me and Aquamarine a clip-on earring with a number on it and he said that we had to wear them until we got back in the van.

All of us had to get out of Sienna and go inside, and then we met with three men in blue uniforms and for a little bit me and Aquamarine didn't have anything much to do, because Mister Salvatore was showing them a bunch of papers.

Then I got called and I had to show one of the men my identification card, and he said that he had to ask me some questions. So he started out by asking if Silver Glow was really my name and what my hometown in Equestria was and where I was going to school, then he asked me how long I would be staying in Canada, why I was visiting, and if I had been to Texas or New Mexico in the last three weeks.

So I answered all his questions and then he asked me if I'd been around any other horses in the last six months, and he didn't seem too happy that I had been out at a horse farm yesterday. So he started asking me if any of the horses there were sick and I said that I didn't think so. And he looked at my earring and then made a note on a piece of paper.

I guess he was happy with my answers, because he let me go back with everyone else, and then he called Aquamarine in, and she was gone for about five minutes before she came back out, too.

They welcomed us to Canada and let us go back outside and get in Sienna and when we were moving again Miss Cherilyn took back our earrings and I asked why we'd had to wear them.

Mister Salvatore said that one of the requirements for a horse to go to Canada was that it had to have an identifying number on an ear-tag, mane-tag, or neck-tag, and he thought it was a stupid requirement for us but since it was the law, he had no choice.

And then Miss Cherilyn said that they would have let us in without them, and Mister Salvatore grinned and said that he'd wanted to make sure that we were in full compliance, and besides, had she noticed how embarrassed the one border guard looked each time she saw us sitting there with numbers in our ears.

We got off the highway—which was now called the 402 Highway—so that we could have lunch. We drove to a Tim Horton's, because Mister Salvatore said that their food was better in Canada. It was right across the street from a big park called the Hiawatha Horse Park, and he asked if when we were done eating we wanted to go over to the park, and we both did.

He wasn't expecting us to say yes, I guess.

Well, it was more parking lot and less park, so it wasn't very pretty at all. He said it was for horse racing, and Aquamarine wanted to know if we could run around the track, and he said maybe we'd do that on the way back but he had a rule to never be deported from a country within one hour of entering it.

He did have us stand by the sign at the front and had Miss Cherilyn take a picture of us and him, then we got back on the 402 Highway.

Ontario was pretty flat, and the highway went much straighter than any of the highways that I'd flown along in Michigan. But we kept our eyes outside the van just to see what we could, because we were in a new country now and that was pretty exciting.

Off in the distance to the south I could see some big white windmills, and Miss Cherilyn said that the south part of Ontario was covered with them. She said that in America, most people were against free electricity, but in Canada they were more practical and made lots of it and then sold it to America.

When we got to the 81 road, we went north and then turned off it and went along the 19 road. There weren't very many towns at all—it was mostly fields and trees. It was like being on the train, almost. When we got close to a town, there would be a few big advertisement signs, and then we'd go through a little town and then we'd be back in fields.

After passing by a town called St. Marys, we went by a big reservoir, and then pretty soon we were back to farmland again.

We finally got to Stratford, and Mister Salvatore drove us to the hotel, which was called the Bruce. He got the cards for their room and for our room, and he gave us our cards (we also had an extra one for Cayenne when she arrived) and he said that Gusty was already here and so we put our things in our room and then went to see her.

Gusty was really happy to see us, and we all hugged and nuzzled and she said that she was really excited for the show and she'd been going over her lines to make sure that she got them all right and Nicky was coming to watch the play, too but she wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning.

So we said that we could stay in her room tonight if she wanted us to, so she wouldn't be lonely, and she smiled and hugged us again and said that that meant a lot to her.

We talked up until it was dinnertime and then Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn found us and took us to the restaurant which they said was the very best in all of Stratford.

He was telling the truth about the meal—it was really good. All three of us studied the menu and decided to get the farm salad and the summer squash composition, and we also got a grilled romanesco cauliflower and I got an ivory salmon, and we shared everything between us except for the salmon because neither Aquamarine nor Gusty wanted to try it.

And then they had a good dessert menu, too, and my eye was drawn right to the sunset on 21, because it had cloudberries in it, which are really yummy. So we got that and also a cheese plate and we shared that, too. Aquamarine was kinda surprised that Gusty had suggested the cheese plate, 'cause she said that most unicorns don't like cheese.

We all needed to stretch our legs after that meal, so we went outside and walked down to the park where the festival was. Gusty said that was where they were going to perform in the morning and she was really excited about it. And she said that a couple of her friends from Orange is the New Black were also coming to see the play, which was really exciting, and she hoped that we'd all get a chance to meet tomorrow.

We were on our way back to the hotel when Mister Salvatore got a call, and it was Miss Parker, saying that they were almost in town and she was sorry that they were late but Cayenne's flight had gotten delayed.

All of us waited for them in the lobby, and when they came in everyone was so happy to see everyone else and we were all hugging and nuzzling and shaking hands and hooves and pretty soon someone in the lobby started clapping.

Well, Gusty got kind of embarrassed that we were causing a scene in the lobby, so the four of us went up to her room and we all laid down on the bed and Cayenne opened one of her suitcases and got out her folding computer and a big bottle of Jacapple, which was a spiced apple whiskey, and we sipped that and took turns showing pictures of ourselves and friends on her computer. I guess I was the only one who didn't use Facebook much, but I told her about the movie of me flying in a storm that Meghan had put on her YouTube and we watched some of that. Gusty wanted to know how I flew in a storm like that at all, and I said that it wasn't even the worst one I'd been in but I hadn't had my GoPro in the storm where I got forced down on a roof.

I think that Cayenne could have stayed up all night, but the rest of us were tired so Gusty put on her nightclothes and then the three of us snuggled up in one bed and told Cayenne not to be too loud and not to invite any boys over, and she said she wouldn't.

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