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The perfect green shack.  Isle aux Morts

The perfect green shack. Isle aux Morts

Day 93                     September 10, 2014

J.T. Cheeseman Provincial Park, Newfoundland  to  Glace Bay, Nova Scotia

Canada

Today we’d be saying goodbye to Newfoundland, and catching the ferry from Port aux Basques, back to North Sydney, Nova Scotia. But before catching the ferry, we took a drive east on the road out of Port aux Basque.

East of Port aux Basques..

Heading east from Port aux Basques..

A glimpse of southwest Newfoundland

A glimpse of southwestern Newfoundland

This area was so stunning, that we’d wished we had just a couple more days to spend in Newfoundland. We walked around the small town of Isle aux Morts, population 600, before returning to the ferry terminal.

Another nice looking church. Isle aux Morts

Another nice looking church. Isle aux Morts

 Isle aux Morts

Isle aux Morts

The perfect green shack.  Isle aux Morts

The perfect green shack. Isle aux Morts

 Isle aux Morts

Isle aux Morts

 Isle aux Morts

Isle aux Morts

 Isle aux Morts

Isle aux Morts

One last photo op on the drive back to the ferry terminal

One last photo op on the drive back to the ferry

While waiting for the ferry (you have to arrive two hours prior to departure, and then que your vehicle up in the loading lot), we met a guy who’d grown up in Newfoundland, was back for a visit, and was now headed back to Ontario. We hung out with him on the ferry  and the time flew by as he told stories about where he grew up, how much snow they had in the winter, and about how he once visited Boston and partied so hard that he woke up the next day in Connecticut!

Port aux Basques, from the ferry.

Port aux Basques, from the ferry.

Final views of Newfoundland

Final views of Newfoundland

Final views of Newfoundland

Final views of Newfoundland

Crossing the Cabot Strait

Crossing the Cabot Strait

When we finally arrived back in Nova Scotia, we headed towards Glace Bay. We checked into the nearby Ryan River Campground just before dark, and just as a light mist was settling in. It felt weird to be back in Nova Scotia.

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