I was raised within sight of Canada across the Niagara River at the Peace Bridge into Ontario.
Could go to lunch in Canada and be back to work in an hour.
I miss Alberta... Back in the day, the border was pretty lax... I was sparkin a gal who lived over the border, so I got to know the BP pretty good at the little bitty station on the north fork of the Flathead.
Spent a lot of time up that way on the ranches and nearly got to ride broncs at the Calgary Stampede (2nd string).
But the border got tightened up now, and it's too much of a process...