We were up around 9, though we had been shooting for 8. Our ferry was leaving the dock around 1pm, so after breakfast at our usual place, we wandered towards the ferry. Or, what we thought was the ferry – the GPS insisted that the Pizza Delight store was the ferry, so we navigated the old-fashioned way – by sign. Luckily it was well marked, and we got to the ticket booth.
Then I realized I had bought tickets for the next day instead (grr!). Not to worry, they had room (barely). However, I later discovered why this happened – my husband’s new computer was set one day ahead, so when I checked today’s date, and bought tomorrow’s tickets based on that, it was all screwed up. Bah. That’s what I get for trusting technology! Luckily, the folks at the ferry were all very nice and helpful, and we got it all straightened out.
We had about an hour before we would get in line for the ferry, so we went up to the observation lounge to relax. When it was 12, we went down to sit in our car. And sit. And sit… we were the last row to go on the ferry, beginning to think they had forgotten us. But, eventually we were motioned on, and parked inside the ship.
Now, my only other ferry ride ever had been a small passenger-only ferry from Doolin to the Aran Islands in Ireland the previous summer. I’d never been on such a large ferry before, complete with two cafés and on-deck seating.
Once on, we went up above decks, and watched for wildlife. Over the course of the three hour trip, we saw about a dozen schools of dolphins, lots of seabirds, and Jason thinks he saw a pilot whale at one point. It was very mesmerizing to sit and watch the ocean drift by, seabirds diving into seaweed floating by.
They had a café on board, and I had some fried clams and fries. I also tried my mother-in-laws poutine (poo-TIN) – the fries with gravy and cheese kind. I quite liked it! There are evidently two kinds of this Canadian dish. One is the aforementioned fries; the other is a sort of potato pancake with pork. I think I will prefer the fries.
As we came into St. John, I saw another lighthouse on a rock, and took sufficient photos to fill a photo album; though again, this was a small, short lighthouse, disappointing to my ideal.
Out towards St. Stephen and the border we went! It only took a short time to get there, but it took an hour to get through the border. This was mostly because people kept cutting in line from the other direction. We noted that many of the businesses in that main street were dead or dying – I can’t imagine it’s good for business when no one can get to your store due to backed up border traffic.
On the other side of the border, back in the US again, we stopped for snacks, and I got my own dish of poutine, to share with Jason. It was tasty, but didn’t go with the ice cream the others got. We got into Bangor around dinner time, tired and cramped, and settled for safety – McDonalds.