“Do You Have Any Guns?”: A Tiny House Border Crossing

“Do You Have Any Guns?”: A Tiny House Border Crossing
Tiny House Upstate New York
THGJ on the road towards Canada

After spending almost a week in New York City, we began to feel the “itch.” I can’t remember the particular reason our tails began to curl up under our bums, but I suspect it might have been around the time we glimpsed at our bank accounts
and gasped at the recent depletion.

Shortly after, Guillaume and I had the sudden, brilliant idea to say goodbye to the big apple and head north. Once again we were headed into uncharted territory (at least on our personal atlases) and for the billionth time during our relationship, I was happy that Guillaume was French. I settled in for a relatively easy voyage, confident that traveling through Quebec with my own personal translator should be a breeze, assuming we could cross the border. I’ve heard of a few tiny homes doing it before, but we were still anxious as we approached the gateway to maple-land.

THGJ Canada border
THGJ waiting to cross into Canada

“Do you have any guns?”


“Are you planning on moving into Canada?”

“No, we will be leaving October 5th, via a ferry from Yarmouth to Maine.”


“And, you have no guns?”

“No, no guns.”

“Hmmmm. This (re: tiny house) is very unusual. Please pull over.”

We pulled over as directed. A few minutes later two different officers arrived to inspect our home. Guillaume had been speaking to the officers in English thus far and (proven on several cheesy occasions when I requested he be “more French”) couldn’t put on a French accent if our lives depended on it. As far as they were concerned, he was born and raised in some state in the middle of America named after a forgotten Native American tribe and couldn’t speak a lick of French.

And so every time the two officers would rattle phrases back and forth in French, I would secretly pretend we were secret tiny house agents sent to spy on these Canadian custom officers. As they crawled into our loft, I carefully examined Guillaume’s face for clues as to the officers’ private conversation. In English, they were all business. But, perhaps in French they thought the tiny house was super awesome! I relished in the fact that I’d get the details later. But then –

“Do you have any guns?”

“Nope,” sang the chorus.

After an hour of inspection, we were set free. Guillaume and I dashed to the truck, feeling like we’d just been given a golden ticket for Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Not a moment after I shut my door did I inquire about the officers’ covert communication, thinking my man was very clever to conceal his bi-lingual super power.

“I couldn’t understand a word of it,” Guillaume admitted.

Apparently the officers had very thick accents, used different slang and spoke very fast. I was disappointed that I would never know their secret admiration or aversion toward our home, but also worried my translator and I were about to have a rough few weeks…

Stay tuned for our travels in Quebec!




  1. Suzanne
    March 9, 2015 / 8:12 am

    I’m a totally bilingual Quebecoise French Canadian and I’m always amazed when I hear that not a word of the French we speak is understood by a francophone. Local expressions and accents are quite variable in all languages. Compare a Bostonian to a Texan for example. I understand that some words can be lost but all of them?!!

    I’m sorry our border patrols were less welcoming than you expected but I assure you that we get much worse going into the US. We just returned from NY and the border patrol was downright nasty. They wanted to know how much booze we were bringing into the US and then they wouldn’t believe us! I had never been asked that going out of Canada, the issue being only when you return home. Our experience, especially since 9-11, has been that the Canadian border patrols are much friendlier than their American counterparts.

    Gun control laws are in effect in Canada and citizens cannot easily own and carry guns. US laws are much more lenient. You came to Canada during the hunting season. Many Americans come up here to hunt with their trailers without proper gun carrying permits. So I hope this puts your border control experience into the proper perspective.

    The CAA Quebec just ran an article in their quarterly magazine on “les micromaisons” (tiny houses), which has helped raised the awareness level here. Had I discovered you sooner I would most definitely have given you pointers. Quebec in the Fall is magnifique! Safe travels!

    • User Avatar March 9, 2015 / 8:15 am

      It was definitely stunning driving through eastern Canada in fall! And not to worry, our experience with Canadian border patrol wasn’t bad, just lengthy. Which is totally understandable with a tiny house 🙂

  2. Vicki
    November 3, 2014 / 4:49 am

    Your living my dream!

  3. Sarah Santora
    October 8, 2014 / 4:57 am

    I’m in Connecticut, (Salem) shoreline region near New London, you are welcome to park for night if you need a rest for the night. sarah

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