A Canadian Walks Into A Bar In Boston, and…..

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.

Yellow Dog, Boston, Traffic, and the Downpour!

Yellow Dog hangs out with Trixie and Dax in the back of the Space Shuttle

Yellow Dog, prior to being completely mutilated. He used to  hang out with Trixie and Dax in the back of the Space Shuttle

Day 53       August 1

The next stop on our great adventure, would be Boston, where we’d meet up with my niece, Hannah. On the way, we lucked into finding WUMB on the radio. This was the most awesome radio station, playing awesome folky music. It was like we’d never left the Newport Folk Festival.

Boston was….interesting. Before we even got to the city, we were stuck in the most awful of city traffic jams. And when we got into the city, bazaaammm…..it was made worse by closed off streets, closed off bridges, and bicyclists going every which way on the streets. A total wonder we didn’t hit anyone or anything!

Traffic, traffic, and more traffic, greets us in Boston!

Traffic, traffic, and more traffic, greets us in Boston!

We were supposed to meet Hannah at noon. She had 1.5 hours between classes to hang out with us. But, we were late, and lost. We showed up at 1:00, and parked in a spot on the street marked “No Parking/Tow Zone.” Hannah hopped in the space shuttle, pulled up a seat, and we just stayed put in our spot until she had to leave to go to class at 1:30. And then we drove off, without a parking ticket!

It would have been nice to stay in Boston a bit longer, but driving around in the RV was terrifying, and we knew we’d never find an actual parking spot anyway. So, we got the heck out of the city right away.

We continued north, and as evening approached, the weather was looking ominous. We made it as far as The Pines Campground, just outside of Newburyport, Massachusetts. We arrived in the dark, in a torrential downpour. Got soaked just running into the campground office to check in.

On our way to the campground, just a minute or so before the torrential downpour began.

On our way to the campground, just a minute or so before the torrential downpour began.

As we pulled into our site, and settled in, and dried off, we felt fortunate to have our space shuttle. The folks a couple spots down from us were not so fortunate, as they were tent camping. And it looked like they were having a wee bit of a problem keeping their tent erected properly!

The neighbors. Having a wee bit of a problem with their tent.

The neighbors. Having a wee bit of a problem with their tent.

We were dry, and happy, and played music inside the RV until it was finally time to go to sleep.