Boarding the Ferry to Newfoundland this morning. Scot was restless even though we didn’t need to be at the port until 9:45 for a 2 hour wait, we were klckstands up at 9:02, for a 3km drive. Sigh… ah well, lots of time to check on information pamphlets for Newfoundland at the mainland terminal, but no map.
Positive thinking on the part of many RV’s headed towards less than stellar weather. Oh wait…. looks who’s talking!
Atlantic Maritime like their lifting hydraulic bow/stern system. All these different designs fascinate me for some reason
We were warned by lane staff before boarding we would be expected to tie down. No surprise to us. This crossing on the MV Blue Puttee is 7 hours! According to crew we are on the Atlantic, outside of the Gulf of St Lawrence. We were not the only bikes! Two coming home from their winter home in Florida and a retired gent camping his way across the Maritimes… brrr…..
Being first on gives a person lots of time to explore the ship before anyone else leave their cars. Helicopter pad!!! Not sure if thats reassuring or concerning…. lets go with reassuring, its going to be a calm day anyway.
Cormorants nesting right beside the docked ship. Not quite as picturesque as their more natural sunning places on the rocks. Practical though.
Massive Lifeboats! in comparison to the BC ferries, which I thought were big.
Blue Puttee is apparently a name given to the Newfoundland Soldiers of WWI, honoured for doing themselves proud.
On our way to Newfoundland! leaving the harbour I ask what is that? way off in the distance on the edge of the harbour???? it’s blurry due to the heroic efforts of my little point and shoot. Chapel Point Battery is its name, Scot says it’s good we have to come back this way. We’ll be back and check it out then, if we don’t get a chance to find one on the Rock.
Chatted with the gent from Ontario. Apparently we have been following or passing him the entire maritime journey. He did do the entire perimeter of Nova Scotia, which means he continued on those rough roads we found too jarring to continue. We traded travel stories with him for the entire trip. Didn’t get my blog caught up or any other small plans.
What is our first sighting of Nfld? The glowing snow, I had hoped my eyes were wrong. But as it got closer, it was affirmed my eyes are not failing me yet.
Fortunately as we closed in on the harbour the snow disappeared into the hills. Whew. Well now we see where the affectionate ‘the rock’ nickname comes from.
One more time change, the infamous .5 hour of Newfoundland. The GPS on the Wing was deep down on level 3 in the ship and could not yet get a reading. We had been sitting up on level 7.
The GPS caught up pretty quick once we came out of the hold.
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