Ferry day! We had reserved a spot for ourselves and Jerusalem on the MV Caribou Ferry from North Sydney, NS to Port Aux Basques, NL on Day 4.
We got up early because we didn’t know how long it would take us to repack and get on our way. It was faster than we thought!
We stopped for breakie at Timmy’s and then went down to the ferry terminal for check in.
We checked in at 9:45am—ferry was supposed to leave at 11:30AM, but we didn’t even start loading until 11:25am.
All of the passengers, vehicles and commercial semis were on the ferry and we left port at about 12:45pm.
We were expected into NL at 6pm—we arrived at about 7:30pm…
The ferry ride was…well..interesting.
I have never usually had a problem with bus-sickness, or car-sickness or plane-sickness…but boat-sickness…that’s another story.
I wasn’t violently ill or anything, and I wasn’t actually sick at any point during the entire trip, but it wasn’t exactly a fun-filled adventure.
I couldn’t walk, unless it was on-deck out in the air without feeling sick, and I definitely couldn’t read or right so I well…napped and looked at the view.
The sea was rough, we werent’ the only ones who found it to be a bit troublesome, but we made it.
We MADE IT TO NEWFOUNDLAND!
Everyone slowly disembarked from the ferry- we were near the end of the stream so we were near the back of the pack of cars who were headed out of Port Aux Basques and out into the middle of well…Newfoundland.
It took a mere 5 mins to get from the ferry to pitch black sky—with the only light being emitted from the cars along the road, and the odd house that we passed by.
Other than that, the only light we saw was the stars that were in the sky.
We knew our campground was about an hour away, just off the highway, but it was soo dark it was soo hard to see.
We were passing traffic and before we knew it the car in front of us swerved. In pitch black darkness it takes a little longer to figure out why. The only thing we could do by the time we saw the dead carcass in the middle of the road was to try and straddle it, so that’s what we did. Deer scraped along the car, we listened to hear if Jerusalem would sputter to a halt and say nope, I’m done, but he did not. So we carried on.
Back up to speed over a hill across a bridge down the other side and bam---we had just bottomed out Jerusalem in a rut, caused most likely from Hurricane Igor that just ripped through Newfoundland.
Now going oh crap, Jerusalem is totally gonna die, we listened a little harder to see if we could hear any strange noises, but nothing.
Back over the next hill and we saw an Irving. Perfect! We need gas and we NEED to make sure the underneath of our car is still holding together.
Gas tank topped up and a check under the car…the only thing we could see is a stream of deer totally visible along the bottom of our car. GROSS!!
At that point we also thought it wise to ask for directions to our campground. In doing this we found out we had already passed them.
Our directions were to head over the gynormous death hole , cross two bridges and then turn left into the campground.
We did just that, found where we were staying and the lovely campground owner offered us to set up our tent in his Gazibo.
We got to sleep in our tent, on the dance floor out of the wind for $10…oh how cheap camping is!
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