Back in the U.S. of A! (or A Fish Tale)
Trip Start Aug 20, 2010
19Trip End Sep 07, 2010
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Miles Driven : 220
Miles on a Ferry: 45
Last night was a long one. We went to bed hoping to get up at 5am and try to make it to Digby for the 8am ferry. That would have allowed us to get to Acadia National Park in Maine and put us a day ahead in our schedule. Dreams of Boston Crème Pie in Boston danced in our heads.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. We learned the hard way that it was completely necessary to put a second round of air into the new, big mattress before bed
What didn’t help was all of the strange night noises. At one point, a Chihuahua and a raccoon went ten rounds outside our tent before something clubbed the raccoon and then took the Chihuaua home. At least that’s what we told ourselves happened. It was probably that ambushing moose, a bear and a pack of coyotes arguing about the best way to break into our tent. Seriously, since that moose ambushed us, we’ve been jumping at everything that goes bump in the night.
When 5am rolled around, I realized my mistake. In the Atlantic Time Zone, the sun doesn’t rise until 6:20. It was very dark out still. We decided that making the ferry wasn’t important enough to break camp in the middle of the night after restless sleep. The coyotes howling over the next hour convinced us that we made the right decision.
We were on the road to Digby by 8am and checked in for the 4pm ferry around 10. We were placed on a waiting list and told to be back by 3 to see if they could fit us on
We made it back to the ferry terminal at 3pm and our luck changed! We were able to get on the ferry for our 3 hour tour across the Bay of Fundy to St. Johns, New Brunswick. After we parked our little car onto the boat along with dozens of other cars and about 10 big rigs (impressive!), we headed upstairs to find a seat for our trip. Once we passed out of Digby Harbor, there wasn’t much to look at.
That is, until I saw the whale! Remembering my promise to my coworker, Bryce, to catch a whale, I frantically looked around for a harpoon. My search took me deep into the bowels of the ship where I found a weapons locker. Lucky for me, they had a harpoon! I grabbed it and some fishing line and headed back to where Denise sat. I tied the fishing line to the harpoon and waited for the great beast to show himself again.
Spotting his spout, I yelled "Thar she blows!" to no one in particular, just to set the mood
The rest of the trip across was uneventful. We collected our car and made a beeline for the border. We were heading back to the States! They let us in (their mistake, I’m sure) and we stopped in a little town called Calais, Maine. Now it is time to catch up on some sleep and start the second part of our trip here in the U.S. of A.
p.s. Part of this story was just an old fish tale. No whales were harmed in the writing of this entry.