If I avoided going places just because some of the people in charge there are stupid, I'd be limited to perhaps a few small islands inhabited only by seals and/or birds.
Also, I've had a "comical" run-in with the guards at the Canadian border once before on a road trip. Apparently if your brother (who's in the car) looks like a super-white bob marley, and was born in Abu Dhabi, they "randomly" select you for a full vehicle search and interrogation. Also, they refuse to believe that, being from Texas, we didn't have any guns. Seriously... that customs form, question #6 is something about having firearms, and we circle no, but afterwards they look at your forms and ask you all the exact same questions verbally.
Guard: Do you have any firearms or weapons?
Me: No.
Guard: You're from Texas, and you don't have any guns?
Me: I have LOTS of guns, I just didn't bring them to Canada.
Guard: Don't get smart with me.
(Later in the conversation)
Guard: Do you have any animal or vegetable products?
Me: No.
Guard: No plants or animals products of any kind?
Me: Well, we have potato chips, cereal, some milk, etc.
Guard: I told you not to get smart with me.
Me (Thinking): Then don't get so dumb with me!
Me (Speaking): Sorry, I thought potatoes were vegetables.
Guard: Hmph.
(Later)
Guard: So how long were you in Canada?
Me: Just a few hours, we drove up for a day trip from Seattle.
Guard: You drove all the way from Texas to go to Canada for one day?
Me: No, it's a road trip, we drove through Yellowstone, Montana, etc. Vancouver was just a day-long excursion today.
Guard: But none of you have jobs, right?
Me: No sir.
Guard: Then how can you afford to take weeks to drive across the country?
Me: As I said, I just graduated college a week ago, and I'd been saving up my money.
Guard: And your friends?
Me: My parents paid my brother's way, and Will saved up his own money too.
Guard: So you're 23 and making so much money you can afford an international road trip?
Me: No... I'm just careful with my money.
Guard: Hmph.
The icing on the cake was when they finally let us go. We head to the car, and on the way there we meet the dog search team that was searching our car. They look at us and say:
Inspector: That's not funny.
Me: What's not?
Inspector: Don't do that again, it drives the dogs crazy, and it's not funny.
Me: I honestly don't know what you're talking about.
Inspector: Don't hide stuff up in the springs of the seats like that.
Me (Thinking): Oh frak... my brother's back into drugs again, and had some with him. Oh we're screwed.
Me (Speaking): What do you mean?
Inspector: All the old food wrappers and things stuffed inside your rear seat.
My Brother: My bad... I uh....
Me: What the heck did you do?
We get to the car, and turns out for the past week or more of driving, my brother had been taking all his hamburger wrappers and such, and shoving them up into the springs underneath the back seat, rather than throwing them away like the rest of us. To this day, I have NO idea what made him do that. If he thought it was funny to make my car smell like stale french fries or what, but because of that, the search team had torn apart all our luggage and ransacked everything after the dogs went crazy for the food wrappers. Thankfully they stopped short of actually damaging anything, but we had to repack most of our stuff.