Passing through customs, your vehicle packed full of gear, under the watchful eye of men who's entire purpose is to be suspicious, you explain.
"I'm going hiking. No, I'm not meeting anyone. Pukasaw. I've done it before." They do not ask the question they want answered, which is "Are you crazy?," instead they make you pull over to the side so they can look through the vehicle.
Surprisingly, they give it only a cursory inspection, a once-over. The purpose of the request to pull into the inspection area appears to be a closer inspection of YOU. Is she for real? A woman, with a dog for a companion, heading alone into the woods?
The remaining questions ensure that you do not intend to stay in the backwoods of Canada forever, the computer confirms you are not a fugitive, and you climb back in and drive out of the checkpoint with the ultra extravagant care of the pardoned criminal.
Apparently drug mules and gun runners have more believable stories than your truth. You chose this hardship voluntarily. You have left behind civilization, comfort, and its protection. Civilization's entire purpose is to protect you from the raw untamed world. Primeval, primordial, and -- lets face it -- deadly. Why would you chose this over a dry, warm, well stocked life?
