Cradled by the waves
The longest ferry ride of my life is over, and there are no regrets. Only memories. After a certain amount of planning and study, we were aboard and in our cabin when the lines were loosed and the MV Atlantic Vision backed into the harbour of North Sydney. All under cover of darkness, so my impressions will remain as black and white images.
Here’s the path of the journey, as recorded by my GPS. For the record, the user manual never suggested that a cabin window was best practice. Use your critical imagination.
The winds were clement. Although the rocking sensation was continuous, the only negative was that bed covers tended to vibrate to the floor, and we never did find the room thermostat.For a night, you make do. The music from the downstairs lounge was over before we left the shelter of the harbour.
Today was gray. No “unlimited visibility” to dampen the illusion of being away from the world. 360 degree horizon, all the same. Still no ocean weather with house-high waves to brag about in years to come.
We went down to the restaurant area twice. Morning coffee, and then a midday meal. Good, not great. Buffet food rarely rates the 5 stars. All over with hours to go, so the packing was without the rush factor. I did reprogram my handi-talkie with all known NL repeaters, after getting an updated driver for the USB cable.
Here are a few pictures, just because I can.
The ferry, from bow to stern.
The view from the window (no traditional round holes in the new world of Marine Atlantic), while underway and then during the approach to Argentia.
We weren’t ready to pitch the tent in the cold rain, so after professional advice from Jenna of Argentia, we opted for a motel room out on the TCH while we refined our plans.
