Chapter 9

Leah exited the freeway and went in search of a dark, quiet place so they could get their stuff hidden and put away in prep for crossing over into Canada. Half an hour later, Leah found an abandoned farm. The barn had fallen over. The house was gutted. Only having a little under 2 hours before sunrise, Peter bolted out of his seat, grabbed the console, and pushed buttons to move the walls outward and back of the RV backwards. Support legs lowered to the ground. Peter and Leah ran around lowering bookshelves and kitchen cabinets from the ceiling. They also lowered the craft table that really was two 3 feet by 8 feet drawers with one foot high sides that pulled down to form another foot of table space. As quickly as they could, they grabbed food, books and clothes and put them away. Peter wished he had cleared out the things out of the bins underneath the RV before pulling out the walls. he was getting tired of crawling underneath the RV to retrieve things. 45 minutes later, they finally had everything put away. Peter slept as Leah drove. An hour before they were to arrive at the border, Peter took over driving. Leah hid herself in the craft table in the 'drawer' closest to the ceiling. She opened the air whole on top of the RV a crack so that she would have plenty of fresh air. The closer they got to the border, the darker the sky became. Rain started coming down in sheets. The wind became stronger and stronger. Golf ball sized hail came down and beated against the roof of the RV. Leah plugged her ears to drown out the noise. She couldn't figure out how the rain managed to NOT come in through the crack she made. Peter came to a stop at Customs control so that he could cross over into Canada.

"Driver's license and passport please?" Peter handed the customs officer his driver's license and passport.

"Name?"
Peter gave the information that was on his driver's license, "Stephen Wein".
"Age?"
"20."
"Height and weight?"
"5 feet 10 inches. 150 pounds."
"Anything to declare?"
"No."
"Have any smokes? Alcohol? Drugs?"
"No, I don't believe in destroying the body God gave us." Peter didn't know where that came from. He figured it must have been a good thing, something that would point away from the person Peter who ran away from home. His old self, Peter, certainly didn't believe in God or even talk about God. God wasn't even apart of his vocabulary.

"Anyone riding with you?" The officer continued.
"No."
"You may cross."
"Thank you."
Peter slowly drove the RV across the border into Canada. He stopped on the other side and went in the building to check in. In a short amount of time, he was back in the RV and taking off towards British Columbia.

"Leah! You can come out now! We've made it!"

Leah pushed the button and the drawer lowered enough so that Leah could climb out. Leah pushed the button again to close the drawer. "Congratulations my dear!" Leah finally responded back, smiling broadly from ear to ear.

Peter turned his head towards her and smiled back. Leah layed down on the couch and slept while Peter continued driving. They drove as non-stop as possible, only stopping long enough to get gas and fill up the gas containers. It took another 3 days before they finally landed at their new home.
Peter pulled into the driveway. "Where's the cabin? All I see is overgrown grass and trees." He stopped the RV and they got out in search for the cabin.