Speed over water
Cat ferry high speed ahead
Fog and bouncing waves
Denise is busy visiting with the motorcycle guys on the boat, so I'm going to write this entry for her. This is Rover, in case you haven't figured that out. What do you mean, dogs can't write? Of course I can write, and I can type too!
Oh, you want to know how she met a bunch of Harley riders? When we showed up for the ferry this morning, all of the cars were in a number of lines, and all of the motorcycles were in the front and to the right side of the boarding area. I guess two-wheeled vehicles all belong together, because we were sent over with the motorcycles. All of the riders were busy inspecting each other's bikes, and some of the guys were interested in our non-motorized transport too.
A couple of tour buses drove on board, and then a line of cars. But most of the cars had to wait for the two-wheeled vehicles. We rolled on, and our ride was given a home under the stairs for the voyage. Denise and I climbed up into the boat and wandered through the various indoor spaces. A cup of coffee (Starbucks!) and a muffin provided a good start to the day, and then we wandered out on the very skinny back deck so we could see the wake from our fast catamaran ride. It was pretty cool out there, so we moved inside. Crazy Denise thought she'd see what it was like in the front of the boat. I told her she wouldn't like it up there, but she was curious so we went for a walk. It was a quick walk though, because the front of the boat carries a bouncy feeling - and Denise isn't very good with that kind of rocking motion. She did take a Dramamine before we even walked on board, and luckily she listened to me and headed to the back of the boat again. She found a table, and sat down. She was very quickly joined by her new acquaintances, and they talked until we landed in Yarmouth. Allen and Denise had a lot in common; even though he is riding a Harley on this trip, he rode his bicycle across the TransAm trail back in 2000. Touring talk...
It got very foggy just after we left Bar Harbor and it stayed that way for the entire voyage. The sky was gray but the ground was dry when we landed in Yarmouth.
We're through customs & immigration, and now it's time to go find our home for tonight.
I hope that you enjoyed my tales...
--- Rover
