20 May 2021 – Well, visually open.

We’re down in Boundary Bay, walking first along the dyke and then on firm sand, through grasses and standing pools, toward the low-tide waters of Strait of Georgia.

Out there is one of the more dipsy-doodle stretches of the Canadian-USA border, jittering its way among the off-shore islands.

Those hazy islands straight ahead? In the USA.

That dark finger of mainland intruding from the right? In Canada.

Mostly.

The very tip is across the border, leaving its town of Point Roberts in splendid, all-American isolation.

Like I said — dipsy-doodle.