Lard Tunderin' Geezus, we're goin' to.....

We had booked two nights at our Hubbard’s Beach campsite. It rained heavily during the first night so we left Betty parked with her dress on and toured in the truck even though the rains had quit by the time we got mobile for the day. We had a full day and spent some time at the beach and then went on to Lunenburg where we saw the Bluenose. We ate in an amazing restaurant up on the 3rd story balcony overlooking the bay. It was beautiful, sunny and relaxing, the food amazing.
From there we spent some time at Peggy’s Cove, population 40. We cruised through all the little artsy fartsy shops of Chester and paid homage to the dead at the beautiful memorial for the Swiss Air Flight 111.

All that and we still had time to sit that evening and plan out the rest of our trip. We calculated how many days we had left, what we wanted to do and put our plan on paper.

We’re heading to Newfoundland on Friday at 1 am.


Ahhh, the best laid plans of men…..

I got up early the next morning, headed to the camp office to log on to the Marine Atlantic site and make our reservations for the ferry. It took me about half and hour to enter the truck info and the bike info and all the passenger details, credit card etc, then I waited for my confirmation email…

….there has been a problem confirming your reservations; please call this toll free number…

I call and spend another half hour on the phone while the woman wangles to get the truck, trailer and bike on the last few spots available on the 1 am sailing. I booked us fancy recliners to sleep in.

“Do you want to book return passages as well?” she asks.
“Sure, let’s do that. We want to return on the 14th.”
“Of August?” was the reply in a sarcastic Newfie accent. “Deary, the earliest available spot will be on the last sailing of the 18th there is currently an eleven day sailing wait.”

Eleven days??? Eleven days! And BCers freak out if they miss one sailing on the ferry to Vancouver Island!

Ok. I make the corporate decision for everyone and decide to cancel our voyage to Newfoundland and drag my feet back to the campsite to inform the others “Lard tunderin’ geezus, we’re going to Cape Breton.”