Vanlife is dead and FireTruckLife has taken over. Just ask Austin Smith of Drink Water infamy. He made the long trek up to Alaska after building up the truck for a couple years and schools us on the Palmer Project and what we can do to help save the world.

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Driving into BC is intimidating. I have no criminal record and don’t do drugs, but they always make me feel guilty of both. And those experiences come from driving across with a regular vehicle, not a hippie commune stacked on top of a vintage hot rod firetruck. After a month of roughing it on salmon chowder bread bowls, it came time to leave the comfort of Mt. Baker Ski Area and face the dreaded border agent. I was relieved pulling into customs to see I fit underneath any potential height restrictions. He asked the standard questions and to no surprise, he sent me in for a secondary inspection. However, I was so focused on fitting underneath the awning that I ran into the agent’s booth instead. I tried to back up and scoot over but ran into the camera apparatus that takes pictures of your license plate. I was literally stuck in customs. Two officers came out to help navigate the ultimate Austin Powers shimmy and to assure no further damage. Luckily the border agents inside didn’t see what happened outside and after they toured the house themselves, they let us through. Grinning ear to ear, it felt like victory; we made it in.

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Click to THE SNOWBOARDERS JOURNAL for Austin Smith’s road to Alaska in a homemade fire truck

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